Back in my early drinking years in Scotland, you could only get a drink on Sundays in a hotel bar and only then if you were a "Bona Fide Traveller" and were en route to somewhere else. You had to sign a book giving starting point and destination. These regulations were taken very seriously!
I remember being in a hotel in South Queensferry and reading, a couple of lines above my name, that Donald Duck was en route from Los Angeles to Sydney. I wonder how he managed to hold the pen?
I looked for him in the bar but he must have had his drink and swam on!

Eddie