I wonder what it would be like if, instead of rushing home after work, people took their time, looked around, spoke to the nameless faces they travelled with every day? What would they say to each other? Might new friendships blossom or would people just get annoyed with each other?

And what if the streets, rather than being merely for walking along, became somewhere to linger and relax for a moment? There would be more chance encounters, more interaction, but perhaps there would also be more arguments.

How about if there was a place in the midst if the city where people could dwell for a moment before hurrying home? For example, a Table Tennis table on the pavement.. Would people actually stop and play or would they just hurry home?

And if people were to play would they talk to each other, or simply play a match? What about those who did not play? Would just seeing the Table Tennis table have an effect on them?

For a few weeks in September 2005 I set this table up at different locations around Oxford and played Table Tennis with my friends and passers-by. At each location we handed out flyers indicating the next location. We lost a lot of Table Tennis balls..