John eyes up the bread and when he thinks Scott isn't looking he grabs a slice, nibbling on it plain.

"There's nothing to see there," John says simply, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Maybe there is in Oxford. Don't know." It's got a fancy school and some car factories, that's all John knows about it, and that's probably more than what most kids like John know about the place.

"He sounds like some rich fuck," John adds, not realising how callous that sounds and that maybe Scott likes teachers or something.