Mon 19 Oct 7-30pm
Bill told Pam he had expected her to come back with cash or a cheque: 'What the hell am I going to do with that?' She grabbed him and cried: 'Use your imagination. There you are out at sea, sails billowing, waves rolling beneath you and you standing there, proud, erect, buffeted by the wind. Can't you just picture it?' He snapped: 'No! I get seasick filling the flaming bath!' She stomped off down the stairs, yelling back at him: 'Fine! Then flog it!'