"According to News24," he chuckled, "they have a complete ban on Public Displays of Affection. No kissing, no touching, no dancing in pubs... " Gramsci shook his head sympathetically. "You wouldn't last long at all!"
The Cow ruminated slowly. Even in pubs? She mailed the Butler, sending him the URL. "Let's not go to Laos," she suggested. "Kleinmond, rather."
The reply was not altogether surprising. "The old git in The Pheasant," the Butler noted, "must have been Laotian." It made perfect sense, after all.