‘I’m looking for the handbrake there’s no handbrake,’ says a tall, bare-chested man, tanned and possibly in his 30s, addressing an audience of two at the bus stop. He rambles back and forth, unshod, and his t-shirt swings from his jeans.
‘I’m looking for the handbrake there’s no handbrake,’ says a tall, bare-chested man, tanned and possibly in his 30s, addressing an audience of two at the bus stop. He rambles back and forth, unshod, and his t-shirt swings from his jeans.