I'll be off soon to visit the barber and then proceed to get sloshed at two of my favourite drinking dens.

Both have beer gardens. It's where I linger. I wait for the unwary to come within doom-mongering range. I don't care how happy/relaxed/content they are initially because I almost always ensure their mood soon becomes gloomy before depression sets in.

I shall return tomorrow to submit messages, none of which will be happy-clappy.