On leaving the office (aka DiSopolis) to purchase a rather surprisingly delicious New York Deli style mustard and meat wrap and a lovely Granola & Low Fat Yoghurt from Marks & Spencers; I spotted a man sitting down on the floor.
On closer inspection through my sunglasses I noticed that the man was wearing a dayglo builders jacket and had mud and dust all over his camo' cargo trousers. I then heard that familiar crack and hiss for a tin of fizz opening. The tin, one of a pair, was of Tennents Super. Having drank such a drink when I was a skint 15 year old, I seem to remember one tin being like drinking 3 pints of Stella.
By the time I returned mere minutes later, I heard the snap of the second tin opening.
The man is no longer outside and is now most probably operating rather heavy machinary in the W2 area.
DiScuss: Is it me, or do we observe this stuff everyday? Does this kind of tale make you feel better about your drinking 'problem'? Would raising the drinking age to 21 stop 15 year olds getting into drinking when they're very susceptible to addictive pass times? Is this LOL?