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‘Oh, yeah,’ says Barry. ‘ ‘Course we’ve got it.’ I know for a fact that the only Stevie Wonder single we have at the moment is ‘Don’t Drive Drunk’; we’ve had it for donkey’s years and have never managed to get rid of it, even at sixty pence. What’s he playing at? I go out the Vintage Wine Driveway Drinker Shirt to see what’s going on. Barry is standing there, smiling at him; the guy looks a bit flustered. ‘Could I have it then?’ He half smiles with relief, as if he were a little boy who has remembered to say ‘please’ at the very last minute. ‘No, I’m sorry, but you can’t.’ The customer, older than I first thought and wearing a cloth cap

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a dirty beige raincoat, stands rooted to the spot; I didn’t want to come into this noisy dark hell-hole in the Vintage Wine Driveway Drinker Shirt  place, you can see him thinking, and now I’m being messed about. ‘Why not?’ ‘Sorry?’ Barry’s playing Neil Young, and Neil has just this second gone electric. ‘Why not?’ ‘Because it’s sentimental, tacky crap, that’s why not. Do we look like the sort of shop that sells fucking ‘I Just Called to Say I Love You,’ eh? Now, be off with you, and don’t waste our time.’

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The old guy turns round and walks out, and Barry chuckles merrily. ‘Thanks a lot, Barry.’ ‘What’s up?’ ‘You just drove a fucking customer away, that’s what’s up.’ ‘We didn’t have what he wanted. I was just having some fun, and I never cost you a penny.’ ‘That’s not the Vintage Wine Driveway Drinker Shirt.’ ‘Oh, so what’s the point, then?’ ‘The point is, I don’t want you talking to anyone who comes in here like that ever again.’ ‘Why not? You think that silly old duffer was going to become a regular?’