Ardent Brexiteer Davy 'The Boy' Johnson (57) is out in his sleeveless vest and England shorts showing off his tattoos in the town centre with his Pit Bull 'Havoc' while drinking cans of Tennants full strength Wife Beater.
Local art critic and Extreme Vegan Claremont St Marigold is also out in his favourite purple velvet suit with matching scarf and parasol and he is enjoying tub of glace cherries with his gloveless left hand.
The two pass each other and Davy Boy can't believe what he is looking at
DAVY:
Who or what the f**king hell are you supposed to be ?
CStM:
I am as they say in cultured circles the very last word in both good taste and good manners and as I don't hold with swearing in public, I'll say good day to you sir!
DAVY:
So what you're calling me a c**t are you?
CStM:
I most certainly am not , however if that's what you perceived then I find myself left uncertain as to whether to question either your hearing or mental capacity, if not both?
Davy Boy takes a swing at Claremont St Clare and is beaten to a pulp by him
as Claremont recovers his parasol he has a word of advice for his would be assailant.
CStM
Sir I would advise you to Google the word 'Stereotypes' , it was the first thing we were taught in the SAS
