In which Our Protagonist Finds Himself in Cambridge

So, the move went well; the only thing being that the flat is teeny, certainly compared to the vastness of the Melbourne Pl. pad, and the office too. This is now my office...

Where will all the books go?

Plus, Cambridge has lots of men who look slightly scabby, have mangy dogs and who always carry a ubiquitous can of Special Brew (I'm reminded of a diagrammatic exercise I once did with a lower Sixth group based upon William Carlos Williams' "Just to Let you Know" and Tom Leonard's "Just tae let ye know"). Yuk!

Best answer to the "who might you see with this item (special brew)?" question:

a man on the street

with a dog

on a piece of string.