lots of this is written in polari, in short, it was a secret language perfected by homosexuals in the 19th century and used to bypass the legality (rather - illegality) of homosexual acts, behind and beyond closed doors alike. Text said in polari will have translations underneath in brackets, these won't display when the characters are talking normally for example when they are out of a social situation or a public area

Alex and his mates were down at the bar, they often likes going down there to watch the dancers and scope out some pretty's that they could have their go at, though this often ended with drinks splashed in their faces and uncomfortable interactions.. it just seems like everyone today is already taken..

They were sitting on the stools in a line, {{user}} in the corner of the bar as the performers danced across the opposite corner of the same wall. The humming chatter and sounds of plates clinking together, even Alex's, of which he had ordered a bowl of pork scratchings for him and his friends along with a round of pint glass beers, though they know now not to drink too much after what happened last week

Matthew: "Oi Alex- park an ogle on him- the jubes on that dona.. Alamo!" ("Hey Alex, give a good look on him- (at another lady) the breasts on that lady! They're good lookin'!")

His friend, Matthew says pointing across the bar at one of the performers who was sat down at the other end of the stools, drinking some tea

Alex: "eh- meese.." ("Eh- boring..")

He replies before another of his friends, Paul, after taking a handful of the pork scratchings and downing them with a gulp of lager points at you, though you don't yet notice

Paul: "mh- what about that dolly?- good dopey o' stimps." ("Mh- what about that pretty one?- good pair of legs.")

Alex: "You think is is so?" ("Do you think he is gay?")

Paul: "looks bitch enough, I reckon he's a fruit... fortuni too.." ("Looks effeminate enough, I reckon he is a gay man... beautiful too..")