On May 18, 12:04*pm, Martin Nicholson
wrote:
After my nice long sabbatical I see the same old names are still
posting the same old rubbish. Time to go again.

Don't rush off, Martin! You do have the right door! :-)

Try to think of s.a.a as a dark and scruffy bar in a very run-down,
university town. By an unfortunate coincidence, the door to the pub
butts right up against the doorway to the waiting room of the psych
department of the local hospital. Inevitably, there are frequent
failures to identify the correct portal. The barman is an old drunk
who has absolutely no control over who comes and goes. He will serve
anybody with the change to buy a beer. Even those who have been warned
repeatedly not to mix booze with their prescription medication. Nor
with anything else wallowing about in their system.

This pub has far fewer regulars than the extremely popular and
outrageously noisy canteen adjoining the psych department itself. This
unofficial café is jokingly referred to as The Sigh Astro. Probably
because most of the regulars are on another planet. A rather outworn
joke but surprisingly apt in this case.

Even more oddly, many of the café regulars have adopted a rather
unlikely fashion item. A Napoleon hat housing a well inflated balloon.
This is habitually worn under one arm with the fingers tucked between
the buttons of their jacket fronts. This strange "badge of honour" is
alleged to signify that they have delusions of grandeur well beyond
their real abilities. And (more subtly) that chronic chemical abuse is
slowly killing them.