A baldy fellow around late 50's who sits in the hut window by the gates of VSEL shipyard in Birkenhead pretending to be a security guard while hooded up, pissed up & extremely late workers run past the window and laugh heartily around the corner while he attempts to give chase.
EMPLOYEE A: " fancy another Stella?"
EMPLOYEE B: "Its 1:15pm,we're already late!"
EMPLOYEE A: "so,go through the Vickers gates"
EMPLOYEE B: "what about the security guard?"
EMPLOYEE A: "What!!!Old Man Ronk?? your havin a Giraffe aren't ye? just jog past the cunt"