This delightfully smashing couple was sitting next to us while we were having a drink (and using a web hookup) at a posh inn in the country. Very stiff upper lip Brits that would barely talk (or move) except for a few sentences peppered here and there. They made for perfect "still life" objects. The tomato juice conversation actually happened and I wrote it down in its entirety. I had a distinct feeling that the husband would have liked to be anywhere else in the world.