She doesn't give a fig for Newton

Among the more memorable sights and sounds at Ding Dong last night:

A certain Nightwatchman wailing the shit out of a harmonica. Then some tiny woman crossed the floor to tell him just how much she liked it. Instrument of love indeed.

One specific hipster with elastic-ankled high water jeans, no socks and sandshoes.

Two particular tits flagrantly disobeying several Laws of Physics. Although the owner displayed an uncanny facility for the one about levers.

And the best overheard conversation snippet?

I haven't seen Brokeback Mountain, but...