All of a sudden the dive bar was becoming less friendly, the patrons did not look too well either.

This gloved creature seemed in some kind of a trance, but was it a good trance or a bad trance,I couldn't tell, whatever it was I did not like to interrupt so I stepped politely over her. The SP has impeccable manners if nothing else.

But then curiosity got the better of me.

"Mam, Are you ok? You seem a bit peely wally( Scottish for pale) did your guy dump you, why so sad and doon in the mooth?" I gave her a wee push to see if she was alive or deador maybe just in a drunken stupour.