Right, so here we are, guys, outside James Baby Bank in Pontypool.
You know, Travertie, CIC, whatever it is.
Right, guys.
Right, survey time.
Would you pay £20 for that?
RRP, £35.
£20, please!
Please.
That's ridiculous, that is.
How much is this one then?
What do you want for that?
Your child benefit for the week?
Jesus Christ.
What's that?
What's this shit?
Can I remind you that I'm CCTV-ing?
Yeah, can I remind you that I've asked you to provide CCTV to the police?
You haven't asked me to do it.
Ooh, there you are then.
Can you get out my face?
I know your face so much.
Can I come into the shop?
No, no, you can't.
Oh, no, no, I can't.
Are you just going to stand there?
Yeah, are you?
Yeah, I can stand here.
I can too.
Probably at the top half, look.
Here you go.
I can stand here all day.
What are you doing now?
Phoning your mummy?
You phoning your mummy?
It's sad that a grown woman like you is calling her mummy.
It's sad that you're a grown man and you still suck your mother's tits.
So
I think it's why I know you still love your mummy's bitty.
Yes, boy!
Fight the fight.
We want you out of here.
No one in Pontypool wants you here.
No one in Pontypool wants you here.
Okay, are they saying that outside?
Well, I am now.
I'm going to go in there now for a coffee and mind my business.
You're the one that's just coming to punch me.
We were just looking at your stock.
And comparing the prices like your mother does when she goes to other charity shops and shames them.
That's all I just did.
I think that's actually pathetic.
You want £20 for that little busy tat by there and you put an RRP of £35.
You're having a laugh.
And it all goes in your pocket, doesn't it, love?
Really?
Yes, really.
So where's your charity number?
Oh, where is it?
Over there.
Over there somewhere.
Right, here's the charity number, guys.
Oh, I remember that your name was Daniel.
There you go.
That's Daniel.
He's reporting back to his mummy now.
One minute, because he's getting a bit angry and he needs a bit of bitty.
Carry on.
I'm not doing nothing wrong.
All the public footpath.
Oh, police, please.
I'm just looking at the prices.
Police on Crane Street.
It's not false.
Well, she's here now recording us saying that we're tracking my mother's tits and that we're pocketing money from our shop.
As she was with other people, they've moved off now.
Making comments saying that we've got shit outside our shop.
No, I didn't say them.
No, no, no.
Oh, wait a minute.
If I'm on CCTV, then you'll have it all correct, wouldn't you?
So stop making provocative stuff like that.
Because I didn't say that.
I've never met the woman in my life.
Yes, you have.
You've been harassing everyone for years.
Apparently she's saying I've been harassing people for years.
Yes, she has.
She has a name and you know who I am because you are publicly defamatory against me.
Yeah, I said she's not coming in the shop.
No, I'm not going in the shop.
I'm just by the door at the minute.
I came out because I heard a woman talking about prices or something.
Yeah, prices or something.
That's legitimate.
Yes, you are correct.
You didn't see if I could help.
You come out.
You haven't told me to fucking move.
I didn't tell you to.
Yes, you did.
No, I didn't.
You said fucking move away from the fucking shop.
And I said this is a public highway.
And it's just me here on my own as well.
Jayne's Baby Bank.
Jayne's Baby Bank.
They'll charge us for it.
I'm going to be sat in the cafe opposite.
Tell the officers.
Ha-ha.