Genie and I were at the home of the Popular Halfwit, in Devises, Wiltshire. I was craving a taste of the old Scrumpy, and Half said that the real good Scrumpy was in the worst pubs... rough neiborhood (In DEVISES! said to a New Yorker... who worked in the ship yards in Bed Sty... went to school in Harlem... lived on the lower east side...) Well we go to a delightful pub and have some great scrumpy and afterwards are walking up the road. SOmeone is running after us... the popular halfwit tells us not to turn around, just keep walking faster, now the fellow is shouting something... as he gets closer we hear... "Oy! Misses! Ye left yer 'andbag!" Sure enough, he was running after us with Genie's handbag, wallet, all our money, plane tickets, pasports, all intact.
God Bless the bad parts of town, eh?
Larry