He shakes his head briefly, drains his glass, and signals for refills for them both.

'Hardly ever left the city, never mind lived anywhere else.'

This is a bit unusual for the 1970's, but not so much that people of the older generation would raise an eyebrow. Apart from a week's holiday every year to Lytham-St-Anne's - about an hour away - he just doesn't see the need to go anywhere else. He would, if he had reason. But they rarely come up, so he stays put.

'What abou' you? Before the...trouble. You move around much?'

He doubts it, but clarification won't hurt.