Gil had gone across to the Foundry to pick up a load of veg from Millers and when he got back couldn't resist going up the road to see how Cindy was getting on.
"Hi," he said. "Whoa that place looks a mess. You're Miss Pappa-da-poo-lus aren't you?" He had seen it written but never heard it said. "I'm Gil. From the Flamingo Lounge."