the east end is funny. plenty of interesting characters about.
i swerved over to the east end for a coffee or two this morning.
a quiet little italian place that i know.
first up
a double espresso to wake me up.
next up
a caffe latte for my breakfast.
afterwards as i left, i was stopped in the street about two steps out of the door.
" 'ere mate... you wanna buy some birds ? "
some geezer trying to sell me a brace of pheasants on the street at 9 in the morning.
i politely declined but asked him if i could take a photo
"there you go my son" he said.
i took two frames then he strode into the coffee shop and shouted out to the customers
"pheasants anyone ?"
you couldn't make it up.
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