It was the peak of summer, and the sun was shining brightly over the bustling streets of the city. Sir, a young and up-and-coming musician, had just finished a grueling rehearsal session with his band. As they were packing up their gear, Sir's manager, Rachel, burst into the room with a mischievous grin on her face.
“Come on, you old devil,” he whispered, fanning himself with a folder labeled 1983 – Record Hose-pipe Ban .