Mother fucking SCORE

Caught ol mister Bill Posters and his mate sitting in their van across the road waiting for me to to go back inside after taking the bins out so they could dash out and plaster the derelict lot. While they're a-noodling upon their phones suddenly a Wild Leya appears at the driver's side window.

"ey...you got any Pulp posters?"

"JESUS CHRIST um yes? I think so?" and lo. Both myself and a fellow fan now have mint double-wide marquees for the 2026 tour. He's shitting his pants right now.