[ Usually he's pretty good with directions and regularly boasts the kind of local knowledge of London that renders a satnav useless. This isn't London though and he's definitely not got a car to borrow for a bit.

Equally as naked as the man who has stumbled out of the undergrowth, Bob's eyebrows shift upward at the question. ]

Right. Where d'you think I'm keeping a pack of fags, mate? Up my arse?

[ Though now that he thinks about it... ]

I'd give you one if I had any.

Shit, where the fuck are we? Do you know?