The woman looked at me and with scorn in her voice said out loud

“You say you are a writer, yet you say you were bought up in Birmingham,

Ha…it’s brought not bought you fool.” She sounded angry and proud

And I just smiled with a glint in my eyes as I tried to explain I was found next to a dram

…Well a bottle really of finest malt and a packet of 20 Silk Cut fags

Which lay on the shelf of the local Co-op on aisle three.

The people who bought me had had their own shopping bags