He seemed mildly pissed or stoned, obviously latched on to my SKINT stripes and appeared powerless to resist engaging in conversation. Fair play, we've all done it :lol:
A nicely-spoken bloke collared me just off the Lewes Road after the game on Saturday. Conversation went like this:
Him: 'I'm from Brighton, right, but don't really follow football much. What was the score today?"
Me: "Got beat 2-0. Did well to hold them to 0-0 for 70 minutes"
Him: "Ah, right...