(silverware rustling) - [Geordie] I'm surprised you made it.
- Hangover's never kept me from a good breakfast.
- [Geordie] Not talking about that hangover.
I thought staying in a college bed might've stirred some of the old instincts?
- Yeah Sleep.
How was your night?
- Like being a PC again, all hands on deck.
Six drunk and disorderly's, two serious assaults, and only four incidents of indecent exposure.
What is it with bloody students this time of year?
- [Will] Oh, it's the end of term Geordie.
Just letting their hair down.
- And their trousers.
- Who's letting their trousers down?
- [Geordie] Oh, morning Ellie!
- [Ellie] Oh come on, I'll tell you which senior police officer was seen perusing the ladies of Mill Road last night.
- William Davenport, Ellie Harding.
Ellie writes for the Echo.
Seems to think I'm a free source of news.
- [Ellie] And cigarettes.
- Hi.
- He's better looking than the rest of your boys.
- [Geordie] I wouldn't bother, he's celibate.
- Thanks.
- [Ellie] Oh, you're that Will.
Should change your name to "Won't."
(Geordie laughs)
