“Now look here my friend, life in Westley Piddle ain’t all fun and games, what? Confounded roadworks, one way systems, bicycle lanes! One betting shop and only two pubs. Two! What bloody nonsense.
Treacle? What about him? Steady chap, does his best, best paw forward and all that. But confused most of the time – and supposed to be a guide dog. Ha, guide dog! Who guides who you are probably wondering. Of course we’re a team but it’s bloody obvious who’s the brains of the outfit, what?
I say, Treacle, erh, this the Greyhound public house we’re in, ay what?”