"Are they asking about Blakeys" asked Mrs Ex Stab, (She's from South of the River you understand. - and I don't mean the Trent...)
"He means Segs!" roared Ex Stab, settling back in a warm and self satisfied Midlands glow.
"You'll be arguing about cobs and rolls next" came the response.
"Watch it you!" said Ex Stab to his darling wife, "You wouldn't know a cob from a barm cake so don't get out of your depth!"
Slowly, his concentration returned to his pint of bitter; "Bloody Southerners" he muttered, under his breath....