@Fieryjack
Re your @4, there was a lovely wee guy who used to frequent the Wheatsheaf who sadly died last year. He was still working into his seventies and, in fact, re-fenced our back garden to "Skye-proof" it before we brought her home. He had a ponytail and was well known for his love of "exotic" cigarettes. He kept hens (and cockerels, to the chagrin of his neighbours) and would often give away boxes of eggs in the pub. If I ever took any, I'd buy him a whisky. He'd always ask for "a Wee Nicky."