Shoplifting Girl Gang

Well I don't know why all that UK lottery money has gone to put gilt edges on the National Opera House and keep a few failed luvvies in work. If you go out on the street you can get all the theatre you want, its real and its free. A little while ago I went down to my local late night shop to get a bottle of wine to find a marvelous play being laid on by an amateur troupe. It was a play of six scenes:
	Scene 1 A gang of girls go to a convenience store with the quaint notion that they did not have to pay. A shop worker, for some reason, disagreed with this idea and decided to prevent one of them from leaving with her bag full of goodies with her GRAB!
	Scene 2 The first girl gives a robust response to the shopkeeper SOCK! OUCH! and the rest of the gang join in. Oh dear the one on the left seems to want to stop me photographing this scene OI YOU!. Perhaps she is having a bad hair day. Or maybe she has some concerns about theatrical copyright.
	Scene 3 Both shop owner and young lady decide to have a tug of war. Perhaps this the latest keep fit craze.
	Scene 4 The girl on the left is saying the first letter of a well known... Oh to hell with it she is saying 'fuck'. It is a word that seems, well, how shall I say, not a stranger to her lips.
	Scene 5 Well there are no knives or guns so it is resolved by the final aria. The girl in blue is asserting that the shopowner is a "racist rapist". I thought that this wimsical alliteration shows that the billions poured into education in this country has not been wasted.
	Scene 6 There is no scene 6. It melted into the night like the prospect of sex with a hot date when you reveal that you still live with your mother.

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