On 30/09/14 10:18, Stephen wrote:
> 
> Director! He couldn't direct a Salvation Army picnic.
> 
>> [shivers] That foul weak tea in the cask will be my death. I am freezing!
>>
>> [aside to Stephen] Do you still have some of that Grouse in your flask?
>>
> 
> Of course, of course. But John will have some of the expensive stuff.
> That tastes like your Dutch Cigarettes, smell.
> 
> [to John] Well?
> 
> [aside to Thomas] Deep pockets and short arms.
> 

[ignores comment, proffers flask filled with Lagavulin]

Come on, lads, let's go to the pub.

[Exits sound-stage followed by all]

[Shouts over shoulder as they depart] Oi, Tarantino, we'll be in the
Bios and Bootstrap when you need us.

John
-- 
Protect the Earth
It was not given to you by your parents
You hold it in trust for your children

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