Then there's Mr. Madigan in Madigans offie. Jez that place is some kip. You go in and he wipes the dust off the cans before you get them and wraps bottles in newspaper. And the amount of crap stuck to the wall in the back shop is unreal. It's like some kind of dirty sticker protest. Sometimes you see yer man with the checkered jacket, and wellies rolled down to his ankles and he would be mullocking away with crates of beer in the yard around the corner near tesco. He has a really squeeky vioice.