I bounce down towards MacD hoping to see Dave so I can buy him a tea.
Got $20 in my pocket.
Dave’s havin a fag outside Tescos.
See that bank, goes Dave…
I look across the street to where he’s looking.
Over there. Coutts.
Yeh, what about it?
You gotta be invited to bank there, goes Dave.
They look like Banksies, I go.
Theres a graffiti display in the shop window.
Banksy displayed in a bank.
C’est droile, Monsieur Fox.
Very fuken funny.
Banksy’s from Bristol, ain’t he.
Same as me.
Come on, I’ll get you a tea, I tells Dave.
Fuk me, what happened. You win the lottery?!
I go in, order 2 teas and proudly hand over my hard earned twenty pound note.
Get in there!
I’ll be back in Cambo in no time!
Right, Mr. Fox?!