(At night, on the streets of York, with hearing attenuated by two small bottles of Jacques)
- “IT’S THE FINAL PILTDOWN, DIDDLE-DAA-DAAA, DIDDLE-DA-DA-DA” – a lad slurrily having a crack at karaoke, and I’m guessing he’s an archaeology student.
- “John, if you don’t come over here this second I’ll bloody well come over there!” – Another triumph for male psychology.
- “Of course’ss stone. Is’s same stone that the Romans used to build the Minster.” – Bless.
- “What do you mean, keep your f***in’ voice down?” – shouted by a lady into her mobile phone outside Marks and Spencers at 11pm, into a silent street, at a volume you’d normally associate with football matches.
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