Stag Season Is At Its Peak

The shirts said something about a legend. One of them was dressed, for reasons never established, as a large chicken. Nobody on that tram looked up. Not one person. This city processed its four hundredth stag party of the summer with the emotional response of a bus timetable.

Say the greeting and the beer is one price. Say it in English and it is nearly double, served with a smile, on a terrace with a view of a clock. Nobody is lying. Both prices are printed. They are simply printed on different pieces of paper, in different places, for different people.