With a little yarn called The Contender:
‘It was a Saturday night and The Cobble Bar was only slightly busier than it was midweek, which really wasn’t very. Indeed, if the place hadn’t been useful for the local criminal fraternity–money laundering, distribution of contraband and the like—it would have closed down years ago.
A big screen television was silently showing a 24-hour weather channel though no one seemed to be watching it. Status Quo’s ‘Paper Plane’ blasted out as I walked up to the bar and took off my raincoat.’