Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it's...

....Ralphie Winsor, super-tanned superhero.

After a trog around Maker, Kingsand and Wiggle, Mrs The Millbrooker and I (ahem) accidentally wandered into the D&C for a pint or two wherein we found Dong along with Lynny & Richie "comb-over" Meeson, Paul & Frances Brennan and the aforementioned who's-who entrant.

We'd not been there long before in flew a dragonfly which, in the manner of such brainless creatures, failed to find its way back out again.

Ralphie came to the rescue: he clambered over Russell & Mark's furniture brandishing a pint glass and a beer mat, scooping the dragonfly undamaged into the glass and covering the open end with the beer mat. Now, we all manage such things in the home with such creatures as bees or perhaps spiders, but a dragonfly is a bleedin' awkward shape to get into a pint-pot without harming it and Ralphie managed it even after having a sunk a few beers.

I'm still trying to work out why he insisted on calling the damn thing "Emperor", though. Rescuing it should have been enough without kowtowing to it as well, or is Ralphie a member of some secret insect worshipping cult? I think we should be told.