What's Gareth doing claiming the sheep, it was brought in by an itinerant Welshman. maybe he thinks he is the only one here!
The Welshman counts the notches on his beermat and decides it's time for another pint and a marmite sarnie. He would return home to his loved one, but can't recall the address, and thinks the football might still be on.
Oh the joy of a TV free tavern!