Pete's Sports Bar.

Ana my only boyfriend who became my husband drove singer vogue.

If you don't mind it being sloshed a little I'll bring one out for you? Water I presume as nobody drinks alcohol at this time of day.

Don't really want to leave the hammock......anybody able to bring a pint out for me will be rewarded,...

Thought you might have known some posh chaps with sports cars, Galen!

Corned beef sandwiches, warmed in the microwave! Yummy!

Just delivering a new batch of scones for the customers who where complaining we had none on the menu sorry about that but the meat & potato pies had to be done first because they are needed for half time at footie,the boss must have his pies don't you know
I'll just have a nice cold shandy this afternoon as I am really fancying a cool drink after clearing up in the beer garden,the hammock had a big hole in it and has now been patched up,sorry about the colour but I only had bright pink !! Some "butties" in the cooler cheese & pickle or corned beef & tomato,bet you don't get them in The Colswolds brown sauce available on request !!

Who could afford a car when a student then?

Oh, I don't know, Galen. The one about getting out of a car when wearing a miniskirt must have saved many a blush in the 60s!

My dear young lady. At the convent I attended we were all given elocution and deportment lessons. At the Friary school, we were taught how to get out of a car and how to locate and sit on your chair at an interview .
Then, at university, we all learned what a load of crap that all was!

Galen. Now you listen to me, you….you country bumpkin. Where I come from we were brought up to speak proper Queens English. David C (nice young man) and I frequently discuss this, sometimes with Rebecca (if she's not washing her hair or dirty linen) along with a few of the country's other little problems, over a few afternoon cocktails (NOT the sort hanging from the end of a chicken's bottom, Galen) in our local Chippie Naughtie (as we locals are wont to refer to the dear Hamlet) hostelry.

They're all drunk in here! And it's barely lunchtime!Can't understand a word they say, so I am off to Chipping Norton for a large G&T with ice and lemon. Toodle pip.

Pete..................................................................................come back,all is forgiven!

Lim goin to me pit now!

If yowm not bred roight, yow cor spek propper!

Phew, I understood that all right!

Better un than yower yow ould besom!

Oh, is it now? Well you had better lift up your tatty hem, and show me

The backgammon's on the t' pigs top leg!

Tally Ho folks. Pete - where's the Backgammon my good man? Spiffing to see you haven't got the usual rabble here. What's That Person dressed as Robin Hood doing over there? Is it Fancy Dress Night?

Or get 'er bloody bow and arrers out?

At last! What's a gal got to do round 'ere to get a bit of attention?
Twirl 'er nipple tassels?

Next to the pork scratching things...

Sorry Galen your pint is in the snug...

Humph! Just because I'm not one of them posh Cotswold lot, but a working gal from the Black Country, I get ignored ! I see!