Notice hung in Harrys the other night. Honest Workman with corkscrew would like to hear from a widow with a pub!. We have a wild character who comes into Harrys. He is a young fellow named Billo with more money than he has earned, and a red face, which isn"t from sunshine. The other day he was caught gunning his Mercedes (mark the word) the wrong way down the South Mall by a policeman, who asked him where he was going. Im not too sure, sez Billo through a kind of mist, but wherever it is I must be late, cos everybody seems to be coming back already.