Actually, they are different, Michael. The girl on the path is a cheerie person with a profound interest in dachshunds, the guy is a professional rugby player, but without employment at the moment, and very handy with a razor. The girl on the grass has a mental problem, and has been on sleeping pills for a few years, but now that she's met the middle aged schoolteacher (who loves his children, but never touches them), she's slowly climbing out of a difficult period (involving her parents and an auntie, who's not too keen on dachshunds). The latter is in fact the only thing these couples have in common; the bloody dachshund.