Andy and I (Kevin) barely old enough to drink. There we were, heads down playing table-top space invaders, swearing and cussing at the aliens we were shooting. So engrossed we failed to notice the gloom as someone stood over us. We eventually looked up to see John, who much to our horror must have overheard our salty language. "Alright lads? Want a drink" he said, without batting an eyelid. If I hadn't already had respect for "uncle" John, I sure did at that moment. Lovely man.