Michal and Helen are spending the afternoon on Brighton beach but not everything is going to plan.
| Michal: | I’m so glad we decided to come to Brighton! |
| Helen: | Yeah, so much better than going to the poxy World Cup in Germany. |
| Michal: | Let’s sit here on the beach. What a perfect spot for an ice-cream! |
| Helen: | Oh, look at that guy over there. He looks nice …tall and handsome. |
| Michal: | Ahem, I thought you were here with me! |
| Man: | Excuse me. |
| Helen: | Oh, hello can we help you? |
| Man: | I wonder if you could tell me where Brighton Pier is? |
| Michal: | It’s right over there! |
| Man: | Oh, course it is, silly me. Thanks, bye. |
| Michal: | Helen, how about that ice cream now? |
| Helen: | Oh no! I can’t find my purse! |
| Michal: | It must have been that man! |
| Helen: | Oi you! Stop! |
| Michal: | I’ll get him! |