Was just walking past Story Bridge Hotel, and some old bloke with walking frame gently, and quietly asked if I could buy him a 6 pack of XXXX, gives me money to pay. I ask why don’t ya get it yourself? “Well because the guy there wont sell it to me. Got a problem with my walking frame or something … I dunno”. He’s a chilled, gentle old bloke, not causing drama, not pissed or messy. So I take his money, go buy his 6 pack for him, he offers me his change to buy an ice-cream for my little girl. “Nah thanks mate, just enjoy your evening”. Walking back again past the pub, and the dog in the shop actually runs out into the middle of the street after me, full of agro yelling “oi come over here mate. I need to talk to you.” Still shouting “did you
