Dean is drunk. He is in a kebab shop offering a woman chips with chilli sauce. She is waiting for a chicken shish. He is a freelance steel erector. Her dad and grandfathers used to be steelworkers. He is currently doing nights in Basingstoke but has worked all over the world including in Sheffield and Israel. Her dad and grandfathers used to be steelworkers in Sheffield. His friend has a bad eyebrow piercing and looks at her warily as he says goodnight; realising he has been dumped for a few minutes of conversation with me. I pay at the counter, shake hands and say goodnight. Dean stares at the picture on the wall.
