You know when you see a dog scratch at the back door at halloween in despair as they are so frightened of the fireworks?
Well Dave is like that at christmas over his overwhelming fear of pints, often discovered coiled up in the foetal position at his apartment door in a bubblegum shellsuit desperately covering his ears as revelling pensioners enjoy themselves in nearby bars & restaurants (and in some cases ‘venues’ - for those wishing to enjoy a nice cabaret or a game of Gin Rummy)
