Funny thing about this kind of gossip -you get different answers from everybody!

The way I heard it - and I knew folk who were there - was that there were a few Germans in there, but they'd been being trapped in the corner since quarter past seven by the French, who wouldn't let them near the bar, the pool table or the jukebox.

When that barmy Austrian kicked off, the Germans shoved him in front of them to take on the French. When the lead French guy went down, one of his mates went and sat in a corner while the one with the big hooter dived behind the bar with Winston. Both of them spent the rest of the fight there, shouting speeches while Dowding the batsman kept the Germans from throwing things by hitting them away with a cricket bat.

Then when the Austrian and the Russian took it outside, the other Germans went around nicking anything not nailed down and giving it to the Swiss guy to look after.

The American bartender wasn't giving anything away - he was charging over the odds and giving credit at massive interest. Even after the Japanese hit him, he kept on charging.

So when the Austrian and Russian came back in, the American came out and lined up with Monty and a Canadian chap. The Japanese was hitting everything in sight but every time he got somebody down, a Gurkha popped up and kidney-punched him, then vanished again.

Then the Yank took a mighty wind-up, caught his foot in the fire-bucket and face-planted into the sand-box. Monty and the Canadian kicked the legs out from under the Austrian and then the Yank got up and put the boot in, while Bowler Harris kept pelting the other Germans with cricket balls until they gave up.