“I’ll put a pound on the cove in the blue shorts!” shouted one of the punters.
“You do that, my friend, and I shall be a pound the richer!” shouted another on the opposite side of the boxing ring.
A raucous cheer went up and another exchange of insults went round. The crowd were in good spirits. Most of them were actually in spirits; gin, rum, or some fairy brew that looked harmless but packed a bigger punch than the local heavyweight. A small giant, only ten-feet tall vomited due to overindulgence, drenching two rows of fellow fight fans in front of him. The giant also had an accident in the trouser department, coating the row behind him with something that smelt even worse than his vomit. The constables were called and managed to talk the inebriated behemoth into accompanying them to t
