Thee you are, minding your own beeswax in a pub or club. There's a steady steam of background noise...rhubarb, rhubarb...and then as if through a window in the ether a complete phrase falls through into consciousness before the rhubarbing extras take over again. Yesterday evening in a public house in Bristol I was chatting away to a chum and the background noise suddenly paused and the following fragment squeezed through..."and then I darted and tranquilized the cheetah". WTF?? Over the years i have heard some purlers;my personal favourite still being "there's a lot of buggery - and not nice buggery either..." - but that is up there with the best of them. The expression came from a small tubby bloke with hair that looked like it had been spray-painted on and several pies too many concealed in his waistband.