"'Scuse all," said the man with the cold, sneezing again. "Wish I'd stayed in bed."
"Wish you had too," said someone opposite. "It's bloody raining in here. I need a bloody umbrella."
"I can't help it."...
"I don't like swearing," ... "it's the sign of a small vocabulary."
"So do you want me to come up with another word for bloody while he's drenching me three times a minute?"
"Sanguineous," said Noel...
Anyone fancy a song?"...
"No."...
Noel felt like...flinging his head back and wailing because nothing had gone right since he'd come back to London and if he were to update his careful list, it would be a mass of crossings out.