So yet again, I was walking along Blackburn Road, (no prizes for those that guess where I had been).
When in the near distance I saw a very nice fitting pair of jeans, except that there was just a touch of bulk around the back pockets.
As I have always maintained I'm a man and I notice such things, as I got closer, because the young lady was walking much slower than me she turned and with a Tinker type accent asked, (very pleasantly), "excuse me Surrr but could you give me a pound so I can get a taxi home?".
I replied, "you would have got home a lot quicker even by walking if you had changed the pound coins you have stuffed in your back pockets from other mugs into notes, so either leave me alone or you had better order me a taxi".
