>>508576696 (OP)Right, so I'm standin’ outside the chippy, mindin’ me own, waitin’ on a large cod an’ chips — extra vinegar, yeah? — when this woman comes barrellin’ down Mare Street like she’s just legged it out a chimney. I swear on me nan’s life, she’s covered — covered — in soot. Hair all wild, face black as the underside of a bus, dress lookin’ like it’s been dragged through a coal sack.
I look at her, she looks at me, and I says — I couldn’t help meself — I says, “Love, you alright? You fall down a fireplace or summat?” She don’t laugh, nah. Just gives me this stare, proper intense like, eyes all glarin’, then she legs it.