Lochwinnoch welcome

I had a meeting in a GP practice today, but clocked this sign at the nearby pub on my way.

My big cousin used to be a hippy. He's 9 years older than me, and we always thought he was great with his flares, long hair and beard when I was growing up. Seemingly he came up to visit our grandmother when she was in hospital and after he left she told everyone in the ward she could die happy because she'd kissed a hippy!

I'm pleased to say the effects of kissing the hippy weren't quick.