Day drinkers, special breed of crumbling grey men. Sitting one by one, divided amongst the pubs. The slow hum, newspaper flicking, condensation dripping O how depressing living on too concerned with the next drink to die young. Picked out for their ability to withstand, 60 years of pints and *** ends. What can I say, am I one of them just lacking the grey hair but not the crumbling skin, without the ageded stumbled gait with the 60 years yet to come.