"Hear there was a few out down there last winter, I mention to a mate, in passing, as we discuss a drain. "Fair old trek, down a long old road."
"They got the Colonel's Pike in the pub an' all that, biggest one ever caught in the Fens an' stuff," he said. "But the roads round there's like Mad Max an' all that. As in it's like Mad Max and all that.
"Don' even know anyone what go there mate. Th'ass proper bandit country. Roads are like Mad Max an' all that. Like Mad Max they are."