SOOTY: That’s sweet of you.
DOUGAL: It is, it really is. So when are you getting here? You’ll want to hurry up as we’re all quite f****d.
SOOTY: Well I can’t make it, I’m – indisposed, aren’t I?
DOUGAL: Well, are you really?
SOOTY: I’m in the cab home.
DOUGAL: It’s not even half past ten!
SOOTY: Well, I’m… I’m with a lady friend.
DOUGAL: Ah, a lady friend! Is it that slag from the other night?
SOOTY: What? No, it’s… someone else. And anyway, you shouldn’t use that word, it’s… it demeans women.
DOUGAL: How very right-on of you, brother!
SOOTY: Yeah well, you know me.
DOUGAL: Indeed. So when are you getting here?
SOOTY: Goodbye, Dougal.
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There’s nothing quite like falling asleep in one’s lover’s arms – postcoitally of course. Or at least, Jennifer looks lovely in mine, and p
