Brian looked up at Wensley and grinned, adjusting a string. "I thought so," he said. "But Pep's ignoring me. Just like her, y'know. She holds a grudge." He shook his head quickly, making the bells jingle cacophonously.

"Wens, could you do me a favour and grab me a beer or something? I'm far too sober for this time of night." He made a pleading face, one bell flapping over his eyes.