Late night in Manchester, Sharon and Tracy going home.
Sharon; 'Oh my God what's going on here?'
Tracy; 'Looks like a riot'
Sharon; 'Blimey not stayin' round 'ere'
Tracy; 'Hey that Dorothy Perkins window is smashed, fancy a look'?
Sharon; ' Not really, their size 12 jeans did'nt fit anyway'
Tracy; 'True all a bit small'
They head down a side street, to see police vans and people running.
They head up to Picadilly Station.
Sharon; ' Have you got a pound coin Tracy?'
Tracy; 'Er, no why?'
Sharon; ' Just fancied a bag of crisps from machine'
Tracy; 'Bugger, I'll try this method'
Tracy hits machine with stiletto heel shoe, result 2 crisps and a Mars bar fall out... 'Result!' says Sharon, they catch train home.