Mad John Rackham, for it is he! Staggers into the bar, waving a bottle of Vodka at all the folks gathered...
"Well then, yer fuggers! Happy Whotsit, and let's 'ave another fugger like it tomorrow! Anyone want a drink!?"
Nodding at the various bigs and wigs gathered....
"Mates, thanks fer the invite Premier me old bud! And greets t' tha lot o' you in the SCRA and all whot's gathered here... Just in fer a quick swig and t'say nice one.... Doc! Glad yer here, mate, got yer best pants on again I see! Great times are behind us, and even better ahead! Let's get on with the party!"
Glancing round the bar Rackham tries to assert his charm... "I'm lookin' fer a squeeze and I ain' too fussed...What d'ya say girls?.....