Oh, it has to be done. The back story.
Vladimir was waiting. He didn't know if she would turn up, a slightly drunken conversation in the pub last night, the memory of a shared moment, did she feel the same? Would she think she was too old to act on impulse? the heady days of the 80's were so far away now. It was elbowing through a group of noxious suits to get to the bar that he sang under his breath "You gotta fight" only to hear a stranger doing the same turn and sing "for the right" then both together "to p-a-a-a-a-arty!" - a magical moment. They'd spent the rest of the evening chatting, and really hit it off. Would she take him seriously? Was it worth prising the emblem off his Transporter to give her?
How long should he wait? He'd brought a couple of bananas to keep him going, but it had already been half an hour, he'd eaten one. Then, his mate Estragon turned up, so he told him what was happening. "Stuff that, Vladimir, let's go to the pub"
So they did.