"What day is it?" Klaus asked, genuinely not sure where they were in the week. It was quiet so he assumed not the weekend? Then again, what time was it? He took the drink when it was offered and downed it, feeling those lingering presences finally going away. "I looked in the windows of a Tesco today and I though I looked pretty fucking sharp."

Of course, he was also unable to see himself behind all the summer barbeques so what the hell did he know?

"Are you sure I've got no change? None? Bloody hell. What did Brexit do to this country? Fucking drugflation." How was he supposed to get high on a budget?