The landlady of the Waverley seems OK with the idea of us having a lock in. However, just a coupla points so that we don't blow it and the evening comes to an abrupt end.
1. Don't shout and thump the tables in the pub when you're recounting your awful life in dubdom. It frightens the locals. That's just in case Celtic strolls by..
2. Please involve the landlord and landlady in some conversation so they feel involved. Kent helped tremendously lasy year by telling her that she had "the most magnificent fokking breasts he had effer seen", however I doubt if anyone else could get away with it.
As usual, anyone still around Sunday morning is welcome to call at our place for coffee and biscuits.
Englishman.