‘Less of the ‘little.’ Vodka and Slimline.’

‘How’s the Big Smoke?’

‘Great. Haven’t started smoking, by the way.’

‘Good for you. It’s killing me.’

‘Don’t joke.’

‘What’s Uni like?’

‘Brilliant. Learning loads. Really good tutors.’

‘I saw Eddie the other day. Told him you were studying Law. Didn’t believe me. He said, Pretty girl like that? Should be modelling.’

‘Tell him to sod off. It’s 1980, not the Dark Ages.’

‘Aye. Your mother’s very proud. We had some tears when you set off, mind. She worries.’

‘She needn’t. I’m studying all the time. Besides, I can hardly afford to go out. Expensive place, London. You should see the price of
the drinks.’

‘I thought you weren’t going out.’

‘Well I do sometimes. I’m not a nun.’

‘Go careful. Make your money last.’

‘I’m trying.’

‘If you run out, say so. I might be able to scrape a bit for you.’

‘It’s alright, I don’t want to be a burden. I’ll get a Saturday job or something.’

‘You coming home for Christmas?’

‘Yes, sure. I couldn’t miss Christmas at the Hawk.’

‘Good. Your Mum will be pleased.’