I was in the bp at 640 this morning and in big queue when a load of lagered up russians came in and went up to counter waving twenties around pointing at spirit bottles. The guy says next please and they thought they were qgoing to queue jump me. I am next and there is a queue ahead of you says I. I paid for my papers and carried on to work...... As i drove off I saw a lad with no trousers on drinking from three open bottles whilst his sidekick was vomming his guts up on the maplins front door. New years eve is not my idea of fun