Dressed in his favourite baffies, an old pair of breeks, a string semmit under a red mac, Auld Billy set off on his well-worn path to his local pub.
He used his stick to push the dog mess and discarded fag packets out of his way as he shuffled down the street.
“Aye, aye, Billy. The usual?”
A nod and Billy sat down. He propped his stick against his chair and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small, clear postage-stamp size packet containing a white powder. He pushed it under his beer-mat and waited for his first customer.
He used his stick to push the dog mess and discarded fag packets out of his way as he shuffled down the street.
“Aye, aye, Billy. The usual?”
A nod and Billy sat down. He propped his stick against his chair and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small, clear postage-stamp size packet containing a white powder. He pushed it under his beer-mat and waited for his first customer.
