"I want all my fucking tips back for the last two years, you fucking prick; and I'm never coming back to this fucking place ever," said Shaughan Williams, long-term patron of the lamentably-defunct John Shippey's Brewing Company, upon being told that lighting a cigarette in the bar was the last of many straws that marvelously drunken February night. Fortunately, "ever" meant for a couple of days, and I could continue photographing one of my favourite subjects, and the inspiration of my style.
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