Onan
Mate, a long time ago in a far away country, the nostalgia of a Yates Wine Lodge in North John Street, Scouseland, called, if memory serves me correctly, the 'Why Not' - sawdust, stale beer, a smog like haze of tobacco smoke and a Liverpool Judy in all her harpie like painted glory hanging off your left ear demanding to know if you'll still love her in the morning!
In the words of the old FAA song:
"Oh how my f*reskin stings;
These foolish things
Remind me of you".