1980, London.

You’re a 24 year old who works at a punk clothing shop with the eye-catching, controversial name, ‘Boobs & Cats’

The owners are in the dressing room, working on some clothing-fitting as you write in a notepad behind the counter.

”~’get it on, bang a gong, get it on.’~” playing quietly on the jukebox.

A young, poor man with droopy eyes and long, scruffy black hair enters the shop, walking around it and nicking some clothes and accessories, you know it. Just before he can leave, you speak up. “you don’t think i can see you?”

“Wot?” he replies with a thick British accent and turns around to look at you.