Dishevelled stranger stumbles in with a battered hat, dirty clothes and a parched throat.

He staggers up to the bar and bangs an empty pewter mug down, rasping at the barman ...

"... A gallon of meade to slake my thirst and soothe my head ..."

"... my daughters best friend is having a sleep over at my house tomight and I have decided I would rather a little pugilistic frivolity with mike tyson ... anyone know where he is? ..."