"I don't suppose we'll ever know what happened with that culvert, just one of those things."
"Of course we're going to bloody find out!" I shouted at the radio, while navigating round one of Basingstoke's busier roundabouts. "We'd better had, after all this signposting and fuss about it!" (Apology to any other road users in the vicinity; it wasn't road rage, or swearing at fellow drivers, but Archers-rage. I'm sure you understand.)
And as I drove down my street, and then passed by the one parking space I spotted, as I was again shouting at the radio - Will may be Ed's brother, but more than that, he's Emma's ex-husband! You don't usually have the ex-husband as the best man!
(Having said that, last week I was on holiday and met a woman who sometime after splitting with her husband, got together with his best mate, as they still went around in the same social circles - and she ended up with her ex being her new husband's best man. There was some confusion in the telling of this, while we worked out which terms we meant in English and German. But still, mates are one thing, but brother and ex...)