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.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
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.