Chink.
£1.45.
I hate getting tipped.
That’s what it is, tipping. Granted, the punters think it’s just being generous to a roadside scoundrel. Charity bestowed upon this human mutt to cleanse their delicate sense of self-guilt, right up until the moment they exhibit their monstrous gluttonies at the dinner table, surreptitiously flirt with the neighbour’s spouse or accidentally kick a pigeon.