I wouldn't give offerings to a god to avoid the free paper vendors, but there must be some reason why they aren't all thumped, several times each day. I mean, I'm walking fast, avoiding eye-contact, with a bag in one hand and an umbrella in the other. How the hell do you expect me to take the paper you've just thrust into my path? With my teeth? Makes me think it's something Crowley would've come up with, in Good Omens, to wear away at the souls of Londoners in their millions.