Waifs And Strays

As Alan mentioned in his introduction to Penny Dreadnought: The Lone And Level Sands, we get all kinds of waifs and strays wandering into the Jekyll and Hyde pub. The Abominable Gentlemen normally end up subbing them a pint or two (they don't always have the right currency in their pockets, depending on where/when they've come from), dusting them down, and sending them on their way. 


Some of them, like Percy Shelley, are cocks (see last post for why). But others we consider honorary Abominable Gentlemen (of either gender). There are a few of them who stick out in my memory:

• Bill Heine - the man behind the Headington Shark 

• Robert Leroy Johnson - he didn't sell his soul to the Devil, he just stopped by for a Hooch

• Sylvia Plath - great poet and karaoke singer 

• Al-Khwairzmi - this man invented the decimal point. But he's shit at bar-billiards.

• Billy Casper - the boy from Kes. Not technically old enough to drink, but we tend to turn a blind eye.

• June Hautot - great usage of the word "codswallop" here

• Edwin Abbott Abbott - an excellent name, and author of a book about life in two-dimensions. He'd had a few that night, to be fair.

• Alice - obviously.

• Hans Holbein The Younger - painted The Ambassadors, realistic portrait apart from the massive distorted skull in the foreground (The Abominable Gentlemen like pictures with massive distorted skulls in)

• The Pilot, Cabin Crew And Passengers of Douglas DC-3 airliner NC16002 - they still haven't left the pub yet, actually.