so i was sat in the wetherspoons on kingsway last night, enjoying some kopperberg and a nice book, when a grizzled, balding man in jeans and a blue t-shirt (CHECK IT: http://www.drownedinsound.com/images/20814.jpeg) sits on the sofa opposite me.

he then falls asleep, and spends the next half an hour randomly shouting "PRICKS! PRICKS!" while sleeping.

as i'm getting up to leave, he suddenly snaps awake, and becomes coherent. he asks me if he'd fallen asleep, and i said he had (neglecting to mention the, y'know, loud swearing). he then asked me if i knew where his bag was. i said i didn't. he then very loudly started shouting at me asking if i'd stolen his bag.

good times.