Mr. Filthy Talk Talk was in fine fettle when I popped round to his teeny-tiny post office this morning. Apparently he and the missus went to his sister's wedding in The Smoke over the weekend, and had to share a bedroom in the family home with another couple.
"They were effing bloody having it effing off all night," he explained in his own, inimitable fashion. "Me and the missus didn't get an effing wink."
He even drew me a diagram. Of the room, that is.