Nicky (full of bravado and trying to stop her pommy ass from shaking...):
Yeah, I'll take y'all on!! Your precious VB is little more than fizzy gnat's water (dunno if that saying translates or not) and y'all wouldn't know a real ale if it came and bit y'all on the ass!!
(Nicky surveys the crowd...)
Sheeeeeeit!!!!!!
(Nicky looks hurriedly for the nearest exit...)
Yee-Haw! You
go girl! That's the spirit that made the Empire great!
Having said that, however, I fear you may be suffering from some kinda
death wish, Nicky! If I were you, I'd demurely resume my seat and quietly sip on my
warm beer (through a straw!), trying not to bring attention to myself.
An Aussie cricket crowd, baying for Pommie blood, ain't a pretty site!
Hey Nicky, when are your lot going to let us Aussies keep the Ashes? I mean,
we won it! How come you've got it?
Sorry David, I've probably just lost you again!