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So, I’m whisperin’ to meself, “Keep it cool, Bean.” She’s still there, smirkin’—cheeky minx! Costs a tenner, she says—ten quid! Robbery, that! “Time slips away,” I think, quotin’ Celine—deep, eh? But me wallet’s lighter than me head. Little fact—didja know some old prossies used secret codes? Like, tap a foot twice—means “fancy a go?” Blew me mind, that! Wish I knew it sooner—coulda tapped me way to glory!

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