Sketty's Fotothing

2/2: As the shadows lengthen so does Sket's head by the look of it. After an hours wait for the AA in the rough end of town you could hang your hat off the ol' nips.

I'd lost the radio by this time and had to sit there listening to the rough oiks revving their engines and shouting at their children whilst the teenagers ran past in white stilettos or over baggy strides shouting or staring in at me as I tried desperately to look 'hard' in a stupid orange tin baked bean on wheels.....