“Let me explain,’ said the harried looking and not at all like anyone I know, person, if that is what one could call people like that people like that. ‘We were joking.’

‘Really? Is that what you do when you are joking?’

‘Look, luv…’

Oh he did not just go there.

‘Who ya callin’ luv, luv?’

‘Let me explain…’

‘Just a minute. Let me put me greaves on.’

‘Greaves?’

‘Yeah mate, and gauntlets. Remember them?’

‘I’m sorry?’

‘Your corrections were wrong the first time, and I let it go, and they are wrong now, as well. This time, I don’t think I’ll let it go.’

‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you?’

‘Is that a question?’

‘Oh hell. It’s going to hell. I tell ya wot, lemme explain.’

She cocks her head. ‘Please?’

‘Please what?’

‘You are meant to say, please, let me explain.’

There might have been a sneaky high five. I’m not congratulating anyone, bud. I’m just watchin’.

‘When did you grow balls?’

‘When did you lose yours?’

‘Sorry?’

‘Are you deaf or do you always repeat yourself, ya daft f*ck.’

‘Oh jesus, she can’t be let in there again. They would all die of embarrassment.’

‘OOOH, let me in where?’

‘No. No. You can’t go in there, you evil woman. Stop that right now.’

‘Nah fuck it. All very cold, obviously. Are you cold, mate?’

‘I do not wish to answer that question.’

‘Shrivel dick, I asked you if you were cold.’

‘I obviously have no need to answer that question. Look, just give me a moment and…’

‘Fuck your moment, mate.’

‘Are they all like that?’ he whispered this to an offsider.

‘Some of them. She is. Obviously.’

‘What was that place called again?’

‘I reckon you’ll figure it out, mate. If you got the right accent, anyway.’

‘Is there a wrong accent?’

‘Nah. Not really. Just the ones that don’t have quite the same, wow I can’t even call it nasal. Is it a pirate seagull, mum?’

‘An Australian seagull, bit of cockney, bit of la dee da, yeah, probably pirate. You lot wanna be pirates too?’

‘Oh I bin waitin for this un.’ Old bloke in the pub starts laughing.

‘Bin a while since I seen that ‘un.’

‘Good movie, mate.’

‘Ta. Made it meself.’

‘ ‘e was an Oirish lad, back in de day. ‘E’d ‘ave to troi a lill ‘arder now. It’s okay, Oi’ll duitt.’

‘Oi.’

‘Master stroke,’ whispers the bystander.

‘Ta.’