'Ethel, I read that birds should fly south for the winter'
'Harold, if we do that we will end up in the Antarctic, it would be even bloody colder than it is here'
'How do you know Ethel, the book doesn't say that birds should fly North during winter'
'Well the books were written by gulls that live in the Northern Hemisphere Harold'
'That's discrimination Ethel, everything is so confusing, all I know is it's bloody cold and my knees are knocking together'
'Well lets fly south to the Fish and Chip shop'
"Great idea Ethel'
