Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses. With wet white trousers on. And worlds collide as the evening continues. The dignity fucks off. Her brother's gone off to the strippers.
Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks. Or knackered Converse or tracky bottoms tucked in socks. But all of that's what the point is not. The point's that there ain't no romance around there.