“They looked up. Someone with a face and apron that said ‘barman’ in seven hundred languages was standing over them, a wine jug in each hand.
"No women in here," he went on.

"Why not?" said Nobby.

"No women asking questions, neither."

"Why not?"

“‘cos it is written, that’s why.”

"Where’m I supposed to go, then?"

The barman shrugged. “Who knows where women go?”

"Off you go, Beti," said the Patrician. "And … listen for information!"

Nobby grabbed the cup of wine from Colon and gulped it down.

"I dunno," he moaned. "I’ve only been a woman ten minutes and already I hate you male bastards.”