It was Mr Hotel Proprietor's birthday. Strong drink had been taken.
"Whatever happened to Bros?" he asked.
"Eh? Whatthechuffineck? I've got some ripped jeans," slurred the pig "farmer", unhelpfully.
"No, it's just that their granny used to go to bingo with my mum and I wondered how they were getting on, that's all."
"Errr. . . not bad, I suspect. They'll be due for a reunion any time now, fingers crossed," I added, rallying bravely.
"Pint?" said Mr HP.