..got back to the group, and hoped he'd go away. The sick whinger who came along in my place just got stuck. I couldn't get past the thought that i don't buy beef. I had a blank look, and my eyes began to close involuntarily. 'you buy land...', he repeated, but i could tell his heart wasn't in it. Soon afterwards he left, and found a far better listener. I suppose, having lived in willesden, There's nothing strange about picking up a drunk- all you need is half a second of accidental eye contact...