Wine and beer we’ll drink without fear,
We’ll drink a success to The Innocent Hare. (Trad. song)
(Should be somewhere like Horton Heath in Hampshire to keep the alliteration going. Ed.
Yes, but they never went there.
Well, they never went to Norton Throssle, either. You made it up!
Sound of keyboard being trashed. Other noises off…)
A is checking out the snacks menu, while Q rhapsodises philosophically over the a la carte.
Q: A fine meal without wine is like a day without sunshine.
A. Yeah, but meat pie without beer is just bloody queer.