What’s all this banter...and all these empty gasses and steins? Groggily... I look up from my self induced nap behind the bar surrounded by empty and half drank bottles of Spirits and ale including some unknown size 12 shoe impressions outlined on my flight jacket! I think my wallet has been totally vacuumed of it’s thickish banknotes!! I awoke due to the roar of laughter by this fine lot to Nowi’s and Lou’s jokes! I must pick up where I left off? Did Sir Robert hide the cricket bat or did he take them home to sand and put a new coat of varnish on them?

Last edited by Deejan; 12/01/18 05:34 PM.