For the rest of the journey to the restaurant, Wilson chatted excitedly about the cars we'd just seen, extolling the special virtues of each one.
I expect he's imagining the sort of car he'd like to have when he gets older...
As we entered the restaurant, I straightened my back and steeled myself for the coming unpleasantness: NOTHING was going to stop me discussing W's illegal FlyPosting activities, and how they have to stop!
Wilson was cheerfully unaware of the coming confrontation, however, cheerfully humming Robert De Niro's Waiting, Talking Italian.
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