At that moment the dull sound of a rumbling crash from outside filtered through the low murmur of the pub, through the sound of the jukebox, through the sound of the man next to Ford hiccuping over the whiskey Ford had eventually bought him.<br /> Arthur choked on his beer, leaped to his feet.<br /> "What's that?" he yelped.<br /> "Don't worry," said Ford, "they haven't started yet."<br /> "Thank God for that," said Arthur, and relaxed.<br />"It's probably just your house being knocked down," said Ford, downing his last pint.<br /> "What?" shouted Arthur. Suddenly Ford's spell was broken. Arthur looked wildly around him and ran to the window.<br /> "My God, they are! They're knocking my house down. What the hell am I doing in the pub, Ford?"<br /> "It hardly makes any difference at this stage," said Ford, "let them have their fun.