Late night bar scene...

Gail suggested that if I couldn't sleep when I'm on holidays, I could go to a bar and try to meet famous people. Well, here's the local bar, so that's where I shall be spending the evening, sipping champagne and nibbling salted cashews.

Oh, wait, there's a misplaced apostrophe in the name. Deal's off.

Unless the bar is owned by a Mr Cup.