We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember "Dave Liquorice"
saying something like:

I do like the looks you get when in a so called posh hotel and the suits
are just coming down for breakfast at 0700 and we are proping up the bar
knocking the pints back surrounded by wet/dirty outdoor gear after coming
through the door 30 mins before. Can never be sure if they are looks of
"what are THOSE scrufy people doing here" or "Have they been there all
night?".

More like, "Dirty *******s can't be arsed to go and scrub up a bit."