do more to keep the ghastly locals out of it.
Nothing spoils the whole cafe society ambience more than the possibility of being stabbed by a bunch of Somalian gutter rats, I find.
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do more to keep the ghastly locals out of it.
Nothing spoils the whole cafe society ambience more than the possibility of being stabbed by a bunch of Somalian gutter rats, I find.
I am unsure if cafe society as a concept is really made for the islands of Britain and Ireland.
You see the tourists here sat out, all suave and foreign, fúcking ball freezing, then a scanger comes up whacked off his trolley on spice or whatever requesting a "spare" cigarette or perhaps a few euro for a hostel.
Oh, my dear chap, I’m so sorry. :-(
The chap in Boss was obsequious even by the standards of gentlemen’s outfitters, though. Every sentence began and ended with the word ‘sir’ and he even managed to slip the odd ‘sir’ in between. He also laughed far too much at my jokes (even I know I’m not not that funny).
I ended up wanting to slap him.