The larger pixies. If you look you can see them popping off the top of a newly poured pint. They seek me out and swarm around my head like millions of tiny barmen and offie clerks hissing ?pint of larger mate?? or ?6 for 5 sir?? and will only cease their torment if they hear the sound of a ring-pull or a beer-tap. Well them, the voices, this twitch and that dam puppet.