London Sunday morning

A stout rather than chubby middle aged Scouser wearing an Everton top is at the starting line of the Marathon drinking a can of lager and smoking a spliff.

The gun fires and he passes the can and the joint to his mate who is wearing a crash helmet. He then puts his number on and starts running.

The man in the Everton top breaks the tape on the finish line in an astonishing win and the crowd go wild. The media are all over him.
The man just walks over to the crowd where his mate in the crash helmet gives him his joint and his can back. The two of them then attempt to simply walk off. But the media get all over them so they stop and answer a few questions.

MEDIA
"Why the Everton top?"

MAN.
"I just wanted to show the team that I am ready to give my all and its what I expect of them".

MEDIA
"You do know that you've broken the world record "

The Scouser looks agitated as he looks at his watch.

MAN
"Look I'm sorry I can't stand around chatting I've got to get to work".

MEDIA shocked
"You're going to work?"

MAN
"Well the hotdogs won't sell themselves".

MEDIA
"Can you at least tell us a little about you're your training program"'.

MAN
"I don't train ".

MEDIA
"You don't train!".

MAN
"I don't need to when you're selling hotdogs in town you spend half your night chasing after people for the money".

The man then puts on a white coat and gets on the back of his mates motor bike and they drive off.