Economy Drive

My mate Nikki has been here this afternoon, drinking my dwindling stock of good white french wine, the crappy plonk, already having been consumed.
I'm not mean, honest.
It's just that when i go to her house, she drinks the expensive Gurverstremeiner and she opens a special bottle of Bretonniere for me. If i hadn't fetched it for her fom France, then i wouldn't know it only cost £2.10 a bottle. It's the "I'll open this for you, you don't like this do you" brandishing the Gervertz "too flowery for you"
I wouldn't know, i think, i havn't tasted it yet!
I'm far too polite to say this....I know my place having been brought up on a council house estate.
She stays far longer than she normally does and downs a few more glasses than is probably good for her.
"I'd love to stay longer" she says looking wistfully at the empty bottles
Bet you would i think! ungenerously.
"but I've been at the golf club far longer than i should have".
Bet you weren't playing golf either i think.
"He's on one of his economy drives" she whispers conspiritorally. "I'm going home to cook liver...it's so cheap at the moment!"
"I like liver". ......She gives me a look that says....i expect you're used to it.
"How are you going to cook it? With smoked bacon and onions?"
I think she's going to say how sweet but she manages a " How Paysienne. No, darling with a good red!"

Very economical!