"It's a cold wind", said Tom northerly.

"Fisher, German Bight, Humber, a thousand and ten", said Tom rising slowly.

"It's so cold I shall wear fingerless gloves", said Daisy intermittently.

"I've drunk too much French Chardonnay" said the tramp shabbily.

"Oh! Goody, Champers!"Said Trixie bubbly.

"Those igneous rocks don't belong here", said Jim erratically.

"Actually they're not igneous, they're metamorphic" Tom said nicely.