A guy walks into an off license in North Belfast, buys a bottle of wine and heads for the counter. There, is the usual wee bottle blonde lassie of about 17, slouching behind the counter, chewing gum and on the mobile to her mate. The guy stands for a while and eventually the girl deigns to notice him. So with a sigh and roll of the eyes, she puts the mobile down and totes up his bill. "That'll be 10.66 mister" she snaps. The guy is fairly clever and atttempts some drollery: "ah, 10.66" says he "Battle of Hastings". The wee girl looks at him as if he is from Pluto and after a few moments confused pause, retorts: "we don't sell no battles of Hastings in here". Z
