He rants there as he does now against the evils of capitalism.
“We’re brainwashed to consume,” he says quaffing his pint of Heineken in our local Wetherspoon pub.
“Right,” I concur.
He receives a call on his iPhone.
“Pizza Hut? I’ll be right over,” he says.
He’s off to celebrate with his girlfriend who’s just got her 2:1 in Business Studies.
He calls an Uber taxi, ties a loose shoelace on his Nike trainers and puts on his North Face jacket.
And thus this ultimate product of capitalism takes his leave.