The Curious Case Of The Missing Drinkers

As Holmes and I walked along Northumberland Avenue Westminister to one of his locals, the great dectective stopped in his tracks. "Good heavens Watson" he cried, "what's happened to all the drinkers? There's usually at least six out here, maybe more now the blessed smoking ban's in place." Holmes has never forgiven the Government for not allowing people to smoke in public places. He always loved some shag in his Measham after a couple of pints of real ale. "Don't know old man, maybe they knew you were coming, and they all have something to hide." "No, I have the answer" announced the sleuth. "It's just starting to rain, so they've all gone inside."