el_punkoid, having overcome his pyromania for a short while as the tavern is cleared of Jello, hears MBSLynne's plea for warmth with delight. Grinning manically, he searches for anything - the odd leg, soap opera acting, William Shatner - anything will do.

He spies a heap of musical instrument cases, at the top of which is a natty violin case.

"Whose is this?" he calls - but not too loudly, for fear that it will be claimed by an enraged owner.

He inspects the case, and finds a label hanging from the instrument's headstock. "Says Oak here" he mutters to himself. "That burns nicely." So saying, he hurls the violin onto the fire, followed by a couple of guitars.

"That Martin Gibson won't play again in a hurry" he yells gleefully. "They had his name on them..."