Neil hugged his pint and stared into the corner at the black men drinking and chatting. A man approached the bar and signalled to the barmen, ‘they shouldn’t be allowed in here’, Neil mumbled.
The man at the bar looked down at Neil as he reached into his pocket for his wallet. Neil looked up and nodded his recognition. ‘Where are you from, mate?’, Neil asked as he finished the dregs.
‘No idea. I was adopted’, the man said, as the barman handed him a pint and he turned to walk away.
‘Yeah, but you’re alright’ Neil said as he signalled for the barman for another drink.
