The radio squawks into action in my car, madly cycling through stations until it settles on Talksport ... And break for commercial.
The man at the end of the street doesn’t talk to his neighbours much, because he likes to keep himself to himself.
He pays with cash, because he doesn’t have a bank card.
And he keeps his curtains closed, because he lives on a bus route.
He sounds like my kind of guy. I think I’m starting to like him. If he didn’t keep himself to himself so much we could probably end up in the pub. ... The advert continues.