Shudder.

Yeah I think Kirsten is handling it as well as can be expected but a load of thugs all bounding in going "where's Crossy?" and "where're our fooking chips?" when she has no husband and no chef would have been the last thing she needed.

Frewy your accent would have instantly guaranteed you for the "Deprived Area Discount" - if you'd pushed it a bit further they have a stock of unclaimed giro's behind the bar that they give out to Scousers and Scotsmen. It's considered traditional for the recipient to say "I'll sort you out on payday" - as then it's understood by both parties that considering payday does not exist in those areas, no payback is actually due.

To be really polite, as you say "sort you out" you should have that slightly dead look in your eye (brought on by heroine addiction) which should make everyone wonder what you really mean by it...

Coughing as you walk away is overdoing it, we know you have houses with roofs up there these days.