"I don't drive either. Might have to learn - suck it up and get the L. Seems hard to get around here otherwise." He does not approve of this, as he's avoided learning for thirty five years now, but he can't even begin to fathom the time wasting that the buses offered here. How, possibly, did anyone get anything done?
"Strewth," before going on, he winks at the younger man, because so rarely does he get recognition for a word he's been using frequently since youth. "But we can whinge all we like. Honest? More of a coffee bloke. I'm a terrible Brit, I know."