I was in a shop at around 6:45pm this evening to get some smokes. It’s a small, old style corner shop of the style of The Kabin in Coronation Street.
There was one person in front of me getting served. He looked about 45, had a one or two blade shaved head, and was wearing a dirty grey Pep Guardiola-style cardigan. He stank. From the back, he looked like Pep’s fatter, smaller alcoholic brother. He was buying three bottles of Buckfast and four lottery scratch cards. He took an age at the till, which irked me as I had left me Da outside the door in a wheelchair as there’s a step at the door. As this was happening, “Two Tribes” by Frankie Goes To Hollywood was playing on the radio inside the shop.