"Listen, love", said Mabel to the tall, aesthetic looking man with the shock of brown curly hair. "There's a bloke over there, and I think he's a bit off. He's been sitting there perving at this couple here at the bar for at least half an hour".

"Yes, Mabel", said the Aesthete, "but does he keep goats, otherwise I'm not interested", and he turned to his offsider, a swarthy man reminiscent of Johhny Cash, (lets call him JC) and said, "and they have to be cashmere goats, the others give me rug burn".

JC looked across. "Listen lady, he ain't doing anybody no harm, okay? That'll be six bottles of vodka, thanks".