The Gorse Fox stood by the door of the train from Clapham to Waterloo. A phone rang. A young woman selected the device from her bag, glanced at the screen and started to speak rapidly in Italian to he "Mama".... judging by the only word that made sense to the Gorse Fox's untrained ear.
The conversation continued and got ever more animated and loud. Suddenly the fellow traveller interspersed the flow of Italian with pure "Estuary English" containing several choice expletives as she declared that she would be late... and then switched back into Italian.
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