Bowe's last night, the barman becomes engaged in a stand-off with some quarrelling lads at the bar.
"Lads, if you're going to have a scrap in Bowe's I want to see blood spilled. None of this ogling bollocks. Get it done."
Situation diffused and without missing a beat he brought our Cremes de Menthe to the table, offered to polish up our monocles and went back about his duties.
If there's a barman of the year award they can start setting up the satellite feed, sharpish.