biker dos, hen parties for Yorkshire lesbians, and macrame knitting classes for the over 40s', said Trev Lost, 25, a bricklayer, once of Birmingham.
'Now now watch it, sweet cheeks', said Bunty, 'or I will set his wife Rosie on yer..you'll rue the day', she said,sausage roll crumbs falling freely down her purple khaki get up, ' another thing..these hippy types do not know their literature..despite their complaints to the contrary, they only read Socialist Challenge, Spartacist, and the Guardian...'
'Socialist Challenge?', I scoffed, ' I bet you must be an oldie if you're reading that lost relic of Thatcherite Britain.'
'Oh being personal, are we?', said Bunty, eating a bacon pie with chive mustard and a spicy hollandaise,' you'll not manage to deflect me from my aim..to rid academic bookstalls of neo Communist liberals in shorts, Che Guevara hairpieces, and flavoured lemonade..now I have work to do', and with.....