We're coming up to the end of the night, so please finish your glasses.

She lisped slightly, little-girlish, looking at him still while drinking whisky steadily from a full glass.

At least there was no problem with Alison travelling on the 'wrong' train - discretion was the better part of valour for ticket checks [on a train full of football supporters].

Those who regret the poor keeping qualities of the Superfin can console themselves later in the season with the Beurre Easter, which is of a similar piquant champagny flavour.