My finest mockney is mocked.<br/><br/>"You may be right, Mechelle, but it wasn't really mockney, not enough swearing to start with. Someone else might be able to supply that shortly. I'm pleased that I have the house overlord's permission. Come on, waitress, chop chop!"<br/><br/>As Robbie is moved to a safe distance (safe? from little old me?), another important question is raised.<br/><br/>"Drinking? Oh, I certainly hope so! I find my aim much more interesting that way."