finished his Ale and reached into his jacket for his brown felt
He deftly tapped
the side of his bottle and was quickly served
a smile) by the beautiful Brenda behind the Bar.
Alfred (the Landlord) took Brenda to one side and whispered in her ear "Charlie
has been hitting the bottle with
a brown felt
tip since 11.30 this morning and he's still upright, sober and tapping like's there's no tomorrow!"