“Near Greggs, then?” he said. He stretched his arms out wide as he yawned.
There were sweat patches under the arms of his raincoat. Quite an accomplishment, that.
“There are more Greggs in this town than there are cockneys at a Man United game, Bryn. Everywhere is near Greggs,” I said.
I looked out of the kebab shops’ window as snowflakes started to fall like confetti. A motorcade of buggies stuffed with chubby kids and pushed by chubbier women rolled past and up the ramp toward the granite-grey delights of Seatown Shopping Centre, the personification of Seventies architecture and rumoured soon to become a listed building. s**t, then.
“YTS shoplifters,” said Bryn, pointing a shaky finger at one of the kids.
I nodded and smiled. Oscar Wilde once said that only a fool didn’t judge by ap
