In staggers a swarthy (love that word, must look it up in my OE sometime) old seadog. He heads directly for the bar, not passing GO.
"I've just come to apologise for last time" he says. After filling his tankard with Smooth Flow Sloe Gin, delivered from a converted soda syphon, he turns to the assembled mob and enquires if anyone has seen his missus. "Clad in purple she was, feet always tapping, never still for a minute - I just popped out for a sec, and she was gone again." Turning back to the bar, he exclaims "What! No peanuts!" "Does anybody know how to make a blue clicky to find some?"