Had a loveley weekend with the gf, saw her off, wandered into Tesco for some brekkie material and some stuff to help the evening pass peacefully. Walking up the hill to gaff, there is a natural breather point, some steps, so I sat down to collect some breathable. Looking at the stonework, as you do, I heard a voice. Awl right mate, awl right?' Before my eyes had unglued themselves, I knew what I was going to see : a pasty-faced drugtaking dolescum. My answer ? Firstly I am not your mate, and secondly, whatever you are about to say, I don't want to hear.' Reply - ' No need to get funny' ' I wasn't being funny, I was being honest'. As the bugger scuttled away, he threw me daggers. Oh dear.