Суровая девушка с острова Крит знатно отожгла

Calm as a coma, picks up the fire extinguisher, walks past the jam rolls ready for action and plonks it outside the entrance.
He orders an aristotle of the most ping-pong tiddly in the nuclear sub and switches back to his footer.
"That's fucking it," says the geezer.
"That's fucking what?" says Rory.
He gobs out a mouthful of booze, covering Fatty. He flicks a flaming match into his bird's nest and the geezer's lit up like a leaking gas pipe.
Rory, unfazed, turns back to his game. His team's won, too. Four nil.