| Body | Sitting in the pub with my mate after work. Gabbing away. Guy comes in camouflage trackie. Sidles up to us.
Quiet voice.
"Awright lads?"
"Aye mate".
Puts down a clinking plastic bag
"Are you interested in some quality whiskey?"
We both say nah, but thanks mate.
Barkeeep onto him immediately.
Point is, used to see that years ago. Alcohol, Nescafé, razors. Seems those skint times are back for a lot of folk. |
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