No Skeet you don't, you should know the drill by now ..... you just make me a cup of tea like you used to down the shop, and remember, 3 sugars please mate....
Ahhh....those were the days. Train to Dartford, Prodigy's "Music for the Jilted Generation" on the Walkman, a mile walk to the shop, cups of tea, toys to play with, Neil's pron collection, cammo, splash anno 'Mags and 'Cockers, Stevie T barely able to see over the counter, Jerome, Piper's sarcasm and mild contempt, gut buster from the Burger van at lunch (half pounder, bacon, onions, awesome!) and of course, piles of PGI too. Occasionaly a lift back to the station in Pete's Supra. My formative years, they were.
