Junkie minks. Went to get a chinese takeway last night, opened the shop door to almost stand on a can of Tennents Super in the middle of the floor. Junkie couple are standing at the counter, separating a humongous pile of 10 and 20p's into pound piles (counting out loud in that horrible nasal junkie voice). Great, I'm fucking starving, and these arseholes are paying for a bag of chips with smush. This goes on for ages, so I take a seat until the fuckers are finished, to notice blood running down the girl's leg from a suspicious tiny dot. Nice. EVENTUALLY they finish counting their change, only to fuck off out of the shop with their can of Super and a wad of notes. I'm wasting away from hunger, and these cunts are changing their coins into notes!! There's a bank about 20 seconds down the road you dicks!! Dealers clearly don't like exchanging smack for pocket shrapnel.