SL :               So what did you make of Nostlikeymen's escapdes, Ms ?Ynnit
                     ? And the steam of consciousness prophecies with which he regaled Antonio Vivaldi

         

K ?Y(ms) :   !? Wot the ise-kreem  innit   ?   !    .  . !Oh that  .            .   mmhm  ..
                       dunno  sik  .  .     wosnt there  woz  . ..    .     .   ?      ( i )
                        ( !ahemm )    

                       I don't know, Sikment.   I didn't happen to be there, did I ?
                       And neither were you, of course.



SL :               OH ! Kolee               Dear ! sweet Kolee