Trouble with putting a bottle in the window is all the bloody neighbours troop in a drink it. At least Chris has access to a bar - how posh is that, eh? Some poor sods have to make do with warm vodka and screech powder out of a mess tin. Bloody luxury, 'appen as like...(mind you, there is the matter of the dog. That tends to lower the tone, so maybe the bar isn't as posh as it once was)

PS: Cow hair, rather than horse. Like Sean Connery's chest.