A cozy, small local pub. Quite low-end and in a relatively poor suburb. It’s quiz night. The focus is on landlord and quiz master, Phil Shittington. He’s overweight, receding, wears 80’s polyester and is reasonably heavily tattooed. He does, however, see himself as somewhat of an intellectual and compiles and compares the pub quiz each week.
OK! (taps the mic), now, romance round. And it’s the odd one out round. OK. What type of gift would a lady like to receive. Is it a: a diamond ring. Is it b: tickets to see a West End musical? Or is it c: an invitation to go and take a selfie with a dead body?