The scene: An inner city street after rain. You know, black shiny sellophane pavements and echoing footsteps.
An archetypal drug dealer type guy is hanging around by the boarding that is hiding some building work going on across the road from a dirty looking pub. A hippy approaches the guy after exiting the pub. Both of them are looking around them cautiously. Something is about to go down.
HIPPY: Have you got anything I can smoke?
DRUG DEALER: Yeah
Drug Dealer hands Hippy a side of bacon and some herring.
DRUG DEALER: That's twenty five quid mate.