Ahaha! I have seen this with these here eyes. I was leaning on a outdoor hotel wall in Leeds one time grabbing a smoke when a young blonde I'd never seen before staggered pissed to the gills out of an arriving cab, zig-zagged up to me and slurred, "I know wush yerrr thinkin'. You don' thing I do, but I doooo." Thankfully, that was the extent of her gin-soaked message and she lurched inside and toward the lifts. (Nice, short word, 'lifts'. Good call, Brits. :thumbsup
I looked up and down the street and realized that they were everywhere, shuffling and moaning for fags. And here I am without a shotgun to my name, right? That's when it hit me why the UK has such strict gun laws: they must have a zombie government! I retreated into the safety of the Radisson's lobby for some Bailey's and a vaguely baseball-esque game on the telly called, I believe, grasshopper.