When the shutters come down on your favourite pub because the regulars got a bit cheeky, and the landlord reckons he's had enough, where do you go? I thought we'd see a few old faces, and some new one here tonight, but I suppose the weather's taken a turn and they're staying indoors.

Pity.

Whistle.

Not a bit. There's no need for that Whistle and this is certainly not the place for it.

That's my opinion.