Aynuk and Ayli are weaving their way unsteadily down Halesowen Road after tumbling out of Ma Pardoe's, thoroughly refreshed. They walk straight into the arms of the local copper.
"And where do you live?" the lawman asks Aynuk, pencil poised above his notebook.
"No fixed abode, Hofficer," slurs Aynuk.
The bobby sighs and turns to Ayli.
"How about you?"
Ayli draws himself up to his full five feet four and lets out a belch.
"In the flat above is'n."