"There is always room for you, Taffy, at the Steel Horse, or Jacqueline's Steel Horse, as we call this branch of it, in honour of our founder," whose portrait on the wall I point to.<br/><br/>"It's great to see you again, and you are very welcome to our establishment. A little bird had told me you were quite partial to a certain gin."<br/><br/>As if on cue, Robbie squawks from his perch at the end of the bar. "I have to protect that little bird's anonymity, however."