Enter a fairly pissed(UK meaning) short round grey haired Figure wearing a cloak which barely conceals a large hip flask and carrying a large glass container of "The Jugs" famous "Weather forecast Cider"( cloudy but brightening later) he raises it and yells so loudly he wakes himself up "Happy birthday, JenEllen" chugalugs the lot sings 3 verses and chorouses of a very bawdy song, That starts "The sons of the prophets are fearless and bold and well known for hawking there rears.."and passes out after plumping up the ginger cat,Zarathustra, as a pillow and putting it under his head..........