In a glass of his own

IN A GLASS OF HIS OWN

I walked into a bar the other night, angry and despondent. I’d lost my job, my wife had walked out on me, my dog had died and I’d reversed my car into a van in the supermarket car park.

“Scotch,” I said to the barman.

“On the rocks?”

“No, just down on my luck.”

(Contributed by N. Pinkley of Wentworth, Surrey)

 Punnotation: 11+14+14+16+17 = 72