Ah, I was in London a month ago, hanging out in Greenwich, and some cute 20-something girl came up to me, said 'alright, mate, can I ask you something?' or something like that. She was quite pretty so I did the automatic and deeply sad middle-aged male thing of sucking in my gut and puffing out my chest. Yeah, I know...

She asked me where the toilets were (not what I was hoping for, quite frankly) and I told her whilst trying not to sound like Leslie Philips (Ding Dong)... and she responded with 'Cheers, Old Fella'...
Old Fella?
Come to think of it, she wasn't all THAT pretty...
