Enter a small bearded bespectecled figure, armed with a round metal hipflask with both Toxic and Biohazard labels on the outside, he takes a swig, and passes it round , taking a perverse pleasure in the looks of astonishment and horror that pass rapidly over the faces of those that accept, he sings briefly ,but with great sadness

" You are like the Wild Geese ,love
You Fly where ere you will
where ever the Wild Geese take you love
My arms will hold you still"
He mutters something about "loss and seperation from those we love" and exits clutching a hankie and his misted specs. Leaving behind a stainless steel tankard on the table.. for which he returns later..