Ian the blue's head jolted. again. He awoke to realise that he had been staring again, at a naked man, and there was another blue chalk-mark on the tally on his right hand, and an empty pint glass and a folded blue straw on the bar in front of him.
"How the bloomin nora did I get here??".. and as his bleary eyes cleared, he found to his amazement that all the naked mans' private parts were perfectly masked by rays of sunlight, and this man was standing perfectly still, and he was very small.
once again ian the blue had not heard the most important part of the conversation. Having had his second epiphany of the day (the first happened while reading the scrawled handwriting on the wall of the gents toilets about the meaning of life.) he tried and immediately failed to get mistress's attention for another pale ale, and once again began staring, and stopped doing everything. ian the blue had fallen asleep.
Again.