This is a cautionary tale for every country and every generation, the story of what happens when an otherwise civilised and cultured drinking establishment surrenders it's credibility by serving, not only lager, but 12 year old single Islay malt whisky to an amateur from Kirkcaldy by the name of Tavis.
Note his inability to even look in the general direction of the camera as he ogles the talent of Lower Largo disappearing into the distance. Hardly surprising judging by the stain on his trousers! Oh the glory of it all!
