Taking shelter from the rain and cold in the corner of a pub, a man in a leather jacket approaches and puts both hands on our table. 'I know you think I'm going to ask for something', he says, 'but I woke up this morning with a terrible hang-over and I'm tryin'a blag a fag'. His hair is shaved at the sides and short and gelled at the top. His face is round. I apologise and say I don't have one. 'Not to worry, mate', he says putting his hand out to shake. It is covered with smatterings of white paint. I use the opportunity to ask my question.
'That is ironical', he says, 'That is ironical'. I ask him why. 'Well that's your new year's resolution he says and mine was not to tell anyone mine'. He tells me anyway. He chuckles. 'I feel like having a bit of a moment here', he says standing upright and putting his hands on his hips, 'I'm having a bit of a moment'.
He has his moment. I thank him for his help. He excuses himself and I wish him luck with his blagging.
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