bangbang is right

bangbang is right, we are slippier than a buttered ice rink. This time we decided to go for a larger town where we wouldn’t stick out so much. With the money we hadn’t yet drunk from the vegetable stall , we rented a flat above an all-night kebab shop. We had agreed to keep in touch with Richard via coded messages in the lonely hearts column of a well-known tabloid newspaper, so we placed an ad to let him know where we were. We got a reply a week later, saying that he was up to his neck in nefarious dealings and would be in touch as soon as he could. We decided it was time for some nefarious dealings of our own and set about arranging another supply of beer money….