He alighted the the the train and made his way through the station, with his hart pounding with the anticipation of what the weekend would hold, then through the madding crowd of people their eye's met, and he called to her in his soft wiltshire accent "ERE U OLD TROLLOP, IM STARVING CUD EAT A SCABBY DONKEY BOLLOX FIRST, LET'S GRAB A FRY UP