Was Muffin The Mule’s mate called Oswald?

Life in the Dog and Duck can get exiting; a wonderful selection of real ales and a splendid menu puts a good end on the sailing day.
It came to pass that in a complicated conversation on the desirability of Andy Pandy’s jimjams and his relationship with Loopy Loo, stripes vertical or horizontal (as worn) could not have been more misleading, for as another log was placed on the open fire and Wiggy’s eyes slowly developed a glazed over shine “more Beer” as light filtered through the emptying glasses leaving an odd pattern on Jacko’s brow. “We’re not to have the Regatta stuff or the one with strawberries in” The wooden beams have been there from the time of Cromwell! But they are as hard now as when new - Jacko’s bonce having been soaked in brine only that very day and losing the well recognizable woolly hat to the fishes looked a tad spent. Fending off the eye of the barmaid and feeling the heat from the open fire blurted out “sod Andy Pandy, what of Muffin The Mule?” a response rippled around the bar. It appears Muffin the Mule is well known and well thought of in this pub. The conversation grew louder and it transpired that Muffin’s mate was called Oswald…. By this time the red onion had taken effect, more beer required and the slight smell of burning followed Jacko to the window. Wiggy was exercising in the boys’ room and the barmaid had the green money tin in her grasp. It must be said that both Wiggy and Jacko are flattered that they are made welcome and being recognized and in turn they have never thrown up or fallen over in the car park. So the question is: did Muffin the Mule have a friend? Was he called Oswald? And what was Oswald? Does any bloke drink strawberry beer? Has any one understood how fragile the life of a woolly hat can be?
Twirling low-pressure systems to the north could possibly put a wet end on the winter series. Now that’s better than talk of land yachting. Next race Sunday 9th at 10:00.