The rising tide of Guinness flows around the recumbent Welshman. The sting of the froth in his nostril awakens him. He swallows.

"Dew, what a way to go !, but first I've got to visit the mens room" He staggers out the back.

Two minutes later he returns, and lies down again, making swallowing and glugging noises. It sounds like "Gresford" being sung under water - Which might be appropriate.

Will the rescue brigade get through in time ?

Will he need another trip to the mens room before he drowns ?

Will anybody care ?