nice little café, have a nice hot cup of tea and a large sticky bun and all would be well with the world again.
Unfortunately, fate was not looking kindly on Itsme this day and all the cafes had closed. 'It'll just have to be a pint instead,' Itsme thought resignedly, 'life can be so hard sometimes.' He wandered dejectedly into a little corner pub, going by the rather off-putting name of 'Hairy Nellie's', and who should he see settled comfortably in the corner, feet up on the table, but .............