9th November 1989 – Berlin
A group of drunken Geordie builders stubble out of a German boozer, all obviously as pissed as lords.
Jack : Way Hay lads. Time for my wreaking ball trick!
Robbie : Not, tonight Jack man. Let's get a brockwirst and f**k off home man.
Rest of Lads : Shut up Rob. Jack, Jack, Jack.
Jack staggers over to the wreaking ball machine climbs into the cab and starts the ball swinging.
Lads : Yeh, Go on Jack lad.
The ball starts swing widely out of control.
Robbie : Careful Man.
Suddenly a loud crash as the ball smashes through a graffti covered wall.
Cheers from the pissed Geordies.
Jack leaps out of the cab and joins his chums.
Robbie : Look what you did you f**king idiot. You smashed that wall down man.
Jack turns and looks back at the hole in the graffiti covered wall.
Jack: Relax Robbie lad. Ain't going to change the world is it?
