Thieves’ market labourers
The man in the trilby, braces and a tonic blue tie puts his arm round Grandad like an old mate and takes out a pair of scissors.
— Call that a tie Sir? Here, this is what we do with a tie like that!
— What the…
— That’s what we do; now take that off, and here we go… Now, that is a tie Ladies and Gentlemen! Now, you can have one of these beauts for three quid or two for a fiver.
I laugh and wander on, taking another bite of my beef and oyster pie, huffing steam into the chilled air, admiring our ties.
This is our patch. Continua a leggere