Oh, shut up Ivor. We're bored now.

All for me grog, me jolly jolly grog! Bollocks to him, Micheal, I'll see you tomorrow night. I'll be the one with a pint nearby at all times and a big smile on my face. If that's still legal? I'll tell me Ma if I catch you on Fiddler's Green with Dicey Riley, though. I remember lifting her petticoat when she was sweet sixteen by the gasworks wall. I asked her for credit, as she lowered me down, but she accused me of being a drunk and called me a silly old fool.

Best keep clear of her, mate.