One of those many Friday nights at Bannermans, after a Friday Seminar, Phil had joined us patiently once again. It was one of these rare nights where all sort of archaeologists had gathered at that pub, much visited by archaeologists on Friday nights. We had conquered all the front room: half of the archaeology department was there, some from CFA, Headlands, probably some from the R. Commission as well… The mood was good and the beer was running short too often. Making my way to the bar and patiently waiting for my turn, I found myself next to Phil who had Erin on his other side. Right in front of me, in the queue, there was this guy, from some archaeology unit (?), who although vertically challenged, compensated in wit. I can be witty, if in a good mood; so much wittiness was exchanged. Quickly though things got out of hand, to the extent that I unfortunately had to shout “No!” in this guy's face, a couple of times, at least! Quickly, Phil stepped in, right between me and this guy: “Hey you! The lady said NO!” I hid behind Phil’s back, next to Erin. Then things happened quickly! Phil put this guy in order, to the extent that he ran out of wit and hid behind a sofa. Then Erin, in an amazing manoeuvre, took Phil and me outside the pub. We calmed down, laughed the episode out, and Erin and Phil put up with me thanking them both and calling Phil my hero! He was! Never did I expect a friend to almost get into a fight to “protect my honour”. It’s good to know there are good friends around, watching your back; not afraid to step in and support you. Hey Phil! Don’t forget to watch over us from up there! Thanks again!