Riding home on the late bus from St Albans a few years back
I was set upon by what I now realise may have been Blazin Squad (5 or 6 pale youths in caps and puffa jackets).
The leader (ie the one up in my face), having attempted to look in my bag (full of work clothes), give me a dead arm (weakest punch ever) and threatening to have his older bruvver come and shoot me (a chin-stroking prospect), told me that I'd better not get cocky (poorly concealed laughter on my part) 'cos he had his bread roll with him.
Fortunately, my stop came up and I had time to ponder the threat of his freshly baked goods on the short walk back to halls.
I think he must have meant brethren - pronounced breddren? - but, when your a skinny, white 14 year old you just sound like a fool (especially if you breddren look like they're ready to rush home for some SunnyD).
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