And then there was the gang of old Caribbeans drinking Guinness export and Wray and Nephews, at this time of day, with a very nice portable speaker, banging out the tunes. Really good bass.
I am merely adjacent.
Actually the tunes seem to be some sort of Rastafari spiritual playlist. I mean especially.
I swear I'll get back about my day shortly. They've started shouting about Millwall two nil, which I cannot unparse, so I guess it's got to that point. It's not even lunchtime.
Minor pleasure: everyone in the Costa coffee place over there is a prick.
I am merely adjacent.
Actually the tunes seem to be some sort of Rastafari spiritual playlist. I mean especially.
I swear I'll get back about my day shortly. They've started shouting about Millwall two nil, which I cannot unparse, so I guess it's got to that point. It's not even lunchtime.
Minor pleasure: everyone in the Costa coffee place over there is a prick.