no pub fights, though. 

Jesus Cassandra that what was I was really lookin' forward to...us sluggin' it out in a pub over some outrageous comment I make whereby you slap me and I throw my pint of guinness over your head and we're  off...you're kickin' seven bells out of me, with those high heels 'n all and I'm gettin' humiliated in front of leads of back-packin' aussies

G'day mate.