Stick to pipes and beer mate

False alarm, it's not Judgement Day... wait a minute, hold my beer. Channel Firing By Thomas Hardy 1914 That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought it was the Judgment-day And sat upright. While drearisome Arose the howl of wakened hounds: The mouse …