Peter, I know your interest in pursuing this conversation any further is limited,

[Burney]

Which were the ones that would sell you bottles of Efes in the early hours when all other avenues had been explored?

They were decent sorts. Wouldn't trust any of them of course.

Those are the fellas. Cut your throat as soon as look at you. Very good barbers, though. Ironic, that.

[Peter]

Those are the fellas. Cut your throat as soon as look at you. Very good barbers, though. Ironic, that.

Your throat, perhaps. Not mine. They loved me.

Those shops are all run by Poles now. The beer is better but the banter isn't great.