The virtual fog was the problem Tel. Would you like something in your Irish coffee and tell me, please, where in Ireland do they grow the bloody stuff.

Trying to get served is becoming a problem as some moustachioed fool is laying behind the bar and trying to get at the drip trays. Oh, it's only Skipy. That's all right then.

The bartender's back now, having trouble with his wassail. No that's two people in a bar not two beats in a bar. Waddya mean there's no deadbeats in your bar. HA!!! You let me in.