I take another swig of beer. The ballons hover above me, becoming more active. A women and a man walk into the bar. The women is dressed in a smart grey skirt and white shirt. She is wearing cool black sun glasses even in the gloom of the pub. The man stares intently at his mobile phone. His sun glasss are perched on hus hair. Strange crowd I think. The new woman who has come in goes to the bar. The man with the phone gracefully walks to the toilet. The balloons jostel as he approaches, so much so that I decide to hold the stick that holds them. As the man in the suit enters the door to the toilet he suddenly looks to his woman friend at the bar. She nods. He enters the door.