14 December 2009
Plastic Spoons Salesman
I overheard this sentence when I ducked into a pub in North London. There were five proper London geezers lined up all within an arms reach of the bar. I guessed they were downing a few swift sherbets on their lunch break and I could over hear them telling tales from the weekend. One of them, no doubt the showman of the bunch, took center stage and rattled off yarn after yarn, each ending in a fight!