<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/Ben_lovett.jpg)</div>Keybs floated in chewing on his customary banana.  His bananas had survived all the phallic jokes E T could throw at them, and still he kept eating them.  He'd just been having another row with his ex-girlfriend's sister about who owned what in the crummy apartment they were all moving out of and it showed in his face.  'Mm,' he said, 'I love coach travel, gives me a unique quality of travel sickness.  Should I be ready for something yet guys?'  He was fighting an inner battle between the urge for a large gin to numb the ache of his arguments, and a large water to make him healthy and well-prepared.  He feared the gin was about to win.