Conversation overheard in Salavation Army charity shop, Deptford High St.
youth in hooded top walks up to the counter and asks the elderly, very upright, very sally army shop assistant (who is listening to marching bands on the stereo)
'do you have any musical instruments?'
'er, which ones?'
'any, anything that makes music.'
'what sort of music? classical? pop? marching band? (turns up and points to music as if to demonstrate)'
'any, any music.'
'i think we might have a french horn in one of the other shops'
'what is that?'
(shop assistant mimes and describes french horn)
'yeah i'll get that!'
'but what do you want it for?' (shop assistant increasingly dubious of youth's intentions)
'i want to learn it!'
(i think he's ordering it in now)