When I bought the good ship Absolutely! I was staying at the Atlantic Underwater Club.  The chaps there did not believe that it was a Bona Fide motor yacht and not a ski-boat.  So we adjourned to The Royal Cape Yacht Club where the vessel was inspected and the contents of the paint locker emptied.  After which we moved on to the yacht club and more friends joined the party to bless the ship and all who failed in her.

One of the group mentioned that he had a box of creepy crawlies that had been in the freeze a while and should be eaten.  So we returned to the AUC where the large pot soon turned out mounds of steamed crustaceans.  Now all this was taking place in the manager's flat which I had rented.  And this was past the hall at the opposite end to the pub.  But it had a interleading door.

At the pub end of the buildng a character walked i and saw two staunch souls seated at the bar.  Seizing upon the chance to ring the bell and buy a round with only two punters present he indulged himsellf in a mighty rattle of the clapper.

Our ears pricked up in the flat.  As one we stood and marched through the hall and were seated at the bar.  To the dismay of the bell ringer 24 new participants ordered double whiskies on his round.