Shebeen

Les Merton
ISSUE 2007-1
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Shebeen rock steady to reggae, moonshine, joints, stacked cards, a row - brick shithouses stopped the fight and helped me exit: I bounced down the stairs without breaking a bone; head-butted the fire door and whirled like a dervish into waiting arms... he appreciated my efforts and returned the gesture by charging me with wilfully obstructing a police officer in the execution of his duties.