The fish out of water feeling hasn't yet abated for Bob whose experience is very firmly rooted in 21st century London. He thinks maybe he remembers from history lessons at school something about medieval times, but school was never his forte. Anything useful he might have learned has long since been lost in a mix of information that had been more important to retain. Like what to do at the Wisley Interchange. How to get around when the M25 is fucked.

But one of Bob's best skills is to meet new people and befriend them. He looks like a thug, like he might mug you for everything you have, but anybody who spends more than a minute talking to him realises he's actually far softer than he seems, mostly.

So he's more than happy to reply to the stranger sat at the table not far from him.

"I reckon vodka somewhere. No fucking way people live like this and not want to get trolleyed every night. What else is there to do?"