moment, from another point of view
As we crossed the bridge I was arguing with Claire. It was an amicable kind of argument. I was saying that the Sex Pistols were middle-aged past-its who were trying to capitalise on former fame and nostalgia to raise a few more millions for their pension schemes.
Well, these three lads were coming the other way. I think they'd already had a bit to drink because they were weaving all over the road. I don't think Claire saw them.
All of a sudden one of them a longhaired loutish sort lurched against Claire.
Well, I thought he was going for her bag, so I pulled her away.
He shouted something at me. Some insult or other. Well, it didn't warrant that kind of abuse, and that's what I told him:
"There's no need for that!" I said, or words to that effect, and well, he seemed to think it was a deadly insult!
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