I Don't Know How I Met a Man

Money went very quickly, and quite often we'd make a miss mation that would leave us short. There was a centre on capele street that occasionally let us have some left over items from the hot counter at the end of the day. At our feet was a velvet hat upturned and a neat piece of card against it that said something like, no mola for movies, martines or cigarettes. We didn't do too badly. Sometimes people would slip a bank note directly into my boy friend's sleek trouser pocket. On one occasion, some one shuffled a brand new pack of cigarettes in there, which we were over the moon about. It was strange not being able to