He was getting out of a van as I went to get ds in for dinner and he walked over with two little girls, a little terrier and an almighty spliff hanging out of his mouth.
I told him I couldn't believe he was going in there and smoking, he came marching accross the car park towards me all macho before squaring up to me and having a go at me for saying it was disgusting.
He then stormed off going "Oh, my gosh!" taking the mickey out of the way I speak (I have a southern accent and we live in Lancashire). And it really didn't help that bloody ds then joined in going "Oh my gosh" at me too. Who's side is he on?!
I'm all shakey now and I doubt the bloody police got there in time to see any sign of him.