Cignall Thornbury

I love the name of this joint: Cignal. Their logo’s even got a cigarette for a fuckin’ ‘I’. They don’t even try to disguise the fact that cigarettes are their number one source of income. Even further, they’re fuckin’ proud of their cigarette vending ways and there’s a lot to be said for a little political incorrectness and fuckin’ honesty these days. Eh? Eh?
‘Pass us me cigs love.’ You hear people talkin’ that way ’round here every day. It’s awesome. ‘Duck down the Cignal and pick us up some fags would ya darl.’ I fuckin’ love that shit.
Beyond ciggies, of which they stock thousands (not that you’d be able to tell these days with all the blank labels and stuff), they do papers, porn and girlie mags. They have a bit of stationery as well, but you’d hardly call it the focus of the business.
‘I’ll have four cartons of Winnie Blues and two of Styvie Lights thanks. And have you got got any of those Marlboro Lights? Me daughter loves ‘em.
I actually heard someone order that in Cignal. I am not shitting you.