Rebbeca Aldington and Ben Anslie are sat in the pub reading a newspaper.
Ben : F**king Chris Hoy. I'm pissed off with the sight of him.
Rebbeca : Scottish favouritism it is.
Ben : Three gold medals I've got at three different games. That's twelve years. All I get is a f**king CBE. They may as well call it Chris' Bell End. Because that's what I feel like.
Rebbeca: Yeah well last time Kelly Homes runs round a track a few times and picks up a Dame. Me, however the greatest success in the pool for a million years and all I get is an OBE.
Ben : I don't know why we bother.
Rebbeca. : They're naming a Velodrome after him in Scotland you know.
Ben : Stupid sport anyway – Velodrome – we aren't f**king French are we.
Rebbeca : He kept on looking at my tits at the Sports Personality awards .
Ben: It's all that lycra he has to wear, makes a bloke a sex manic. Just look at the shape of his helmet.
Rebbeca : The bastard's making a fortune from public speaking. I can't get a look in.
Ben: I just hate how all those TV presenters suck up to him.
Chris Hoy enters pub.
Rebbeca : Sir Chris Welcome. Nice to see you.
Ben: Can I buy you a beer Sir Chris?
