70% is good thinks gnu as he hears Severn tell the patronage of his progress.

He wends his way the the bar, slowly but determined to drink away the pains and sits next to an old lad that seems familiar but that he cannot place. He orders, "KEEP, fire me up a Johhny Stay and pour me a Black 'orse wit anudder beside it." He looks at the old fellah beside him and asks, "Where do I know ye from?"