"So Terry brought the three pints.
— Here, says Joe, doing the honours. Here, citizen.
— Slan leat, says he.
— Fortune, Joe, says I. Good health, citizen.
Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. Want a small fortune to keep him in drinks.
— Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf? says Joe.
— Friend of yours, says Alf.
— Nannan? says Joe. The mimber?
— I won't mention any names, says Alf." (U12.817)