One told amusing anecdotes of radio shows which chronically "crashed the pips" on the radio.*
One of them reported that saskatoon berries grow wild all over London in June and July.
One of them is adept at the art of sushi-making.
One of them we'd unexpectedly met years earlier, up in Durham and Whitehaven, because the world is small.
* I love the phrase "crashing the pips". Shows which do so are those which overrun the time they're required to stop for the pips which precisely announce the beginning of an hour.
