I thought you and Betty weren't talking Steve?

We weren't, after the bingo ball fiasco in the car park (which was Dave's fault anyway, trying to cart them off in a wet cardboard box - we still haven't found clickety-click and two fat ladies). But the prospect of seeing all those bronzed, pert men's botties on jet-skis had her salivating (I've cleared it up). Winning her round was a cinch.