my customer, a grey-haired lady says, looking across the road to the 11 people standing outside the pub smoking.
She looks around the shop and then leans towards me, this looks like the kind of place that might have a secret society, do you have meetings out the back, are you revolutionaries?
Ermm, I say.
I want to join up, she says, when do you meet? She whispers, I want to march on parliament!
