Half four in the afternoon. Smashing weather again and at the little white flats by the river, a group of neighbours, mostly pensioners, are looking up at an open window from whence cometh the screams of a man, "Oh, oh, oh, that's ma ribs, naaaw, ma ribs! AAAAHHH!"
The neighbours look calmly up at the window. Some shake their heads, one laughs and they return to their conversations.