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  • It’s difficult to describe the scene of a Saturday nights binge pouring into a kebab shop after kicking out time. It seems to be a desperate race to get food to sober up for the taxi rank. It’s a situation which makes getting served life or death, the survival of the fittest, if you don’t eat quick enough you’ll miss your cab and won’t get home.

    As soon as he opened the door he had an unspoken authority, he was ten years older than most of the people in there and everything about him looked worn out. The owner knew him and gave him priority that for some reason did seem justified. Ignoring the arguments that were kicking off over who was next, he pushed through to the front kicking the spilt chips out of his way and ready with the exact change said “donkey hand bag with no garden” which turned out to mean a donner kebab with no salad.
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