Yet again the door opened,in walked an old man, his face wreathed with whiskers,and covered in snow."I'm glad to be out of it" he said,he certainly looked as if he was out of it.
"I'm the saviour" he said, "I've come to save fallen women"
As he sank a double Jameson,one of the Swedish ladies who was passing with a tray of mince pies fell over the cat and landed at his feet.
"Got one" he cried triumphantly and throwing her over his shoulder ran into the night cackling with joy.