Fri 10 July 8-30pm
Ben and Sophie were arguing again as he told her she was drunk: 'You must be to think I was flirting with Rosie.' She screeched: 'Your eyes were on stalks.' He told her it was two people chatting and the only person who thought any different was her. Sophie cried: 'Don't tell me you don't fancy her.' and he gasped: 'What? Of course I don't fancy her. She dresses like a hooker!' Rosie gasped and, pointing to her top, jeans and shoes, squawked: 'Er, two hundred quid, a hundred quid and ninety quid!'