knocking blokes halfway into their graves yet. You're a right goldmine, mate. - Jonny gave him another friendly pat on the arm and added thoughtfully - Too bad that yank girl didn't stay. She's quite something, that one. What's her name again? 

 - Diane. 

 - Diane. - he licked his lips. - Ey, that bird's a work of art. 's too bad, I tell you... 

 - Who's a work of art? - Blondie, voice like a rusty doorknob, and her friends had returned from the ladies room, faces freshly replastered with makeup. If it was just their faces, Mckinney thought, i couldn't tell them apart. 

 - Your tits are. - he said matter-off-factly, dragging her down next to him.  

 - Thanks! I had them done. Can you tell? 

 He gave a one sided smile like she'd just made a bad joke and howled in the general direction of the bar: -Oi Marty! Take your pint of piss and bring us some whiskey. Jonny's buying. 

 - You bloody cunt. 

 - Lay off, you old basterd. I'm a goldmine, remember?