sorry tommy, i hope that i am not interrupting.
what are you doing tommy?
oi turkish, can i have a drink? turkish looks over his shoulder and then points to himself v
jesus what's that?
i t ' s a camp site. it's a pikey campsite.
what are we doing here?
off a pack of fucking pikies? what's wrong with you? this'll get messy.
oh you bastard, i hate fuckin pikies. they arrive in the camp site and the car is immediately surrounded by kids. the kids speak with a sort of anglo-irish mix that sounds as rough as the kids look. ,
hey.  interrupted
you want to stay down my friend, i promise you, you want to stay down. micky ignores this and continues to pace, the big fella grabs him and puts him in a headlock and charges him into the stable door. there is a terrible noise.
now you fucking stay down boy or you won't be coming up next time. it appears as though this is going to get messy and any humour that might have been around has now evaporated. micky raises his head there is still no damage to speak of. all of a sudden he starts jumping up and down like he's warming up, throwing a few shadow punches, taking off his shirt. this reveals a heavily tattooed and scarred torso, and underneath these embellishments is a physique that warrants some respect.
this is sick. i am outta here.