One of us (and nobody will admit exactly who it was) sidled up to the
Hoover, who was just getting stuck into the creamy collar of his first
pint, and recapped for him the round of hitching yarns we'd just shared.
"You know what you should do now?" the Hoover said, his eyes brightening,
his tongue deftly licking the creamy mustache off his top lip, "Ye should
put these tales on the Web, so everyone can read them."