Play Misty for me

This was the best I could do. It was a day of mist, sleet, snow and rain. Despite this, my pal and me made it through to the world famous Inn. We were greatly entertained by the landlord who is not only a former professional fooballer, but a first class referee. He was full of funny stories. The best one was when he decided to book a player, but on repeated requests couldn't understand his Eastern European name. The fact that he could have asked the guy to reveal his shirt number had temporarily eluded him. So he put the yellow card back in his pocket. Priceless.                                                                                          RT 15