Enemy Territory

I have a little bit of a problem folks (nothing new there then) in that I may well have to go deep into the heart of enemy territory next week. Yes that's right go into a pub in Leytonstone where there is the distinct possibility of bumping into people I really dislike - well dislike is actually putting it mildly - more like the sort of people I wouldn't piss on if they were on fire. Now I'm sure that I am able to avoid any confrontation, but I just don't want to have the evening spoiled by these oxygen thieves. Mister Squeaky being ever so helpful (and ever so drunk -he's been inventing cocktails suitable for bats - although I think Pimms with a chewed moth and dead rodent garnish is not going to win any prizes at the bar) has suggested wearing a false nose as disguise, I however think that the "Who the fuck are you? I've never set eyes on you before in my life" approach has a certain merit...well anyway I've got a few days to come up with a master plan - in the meantime has anyone got any ideas of how to sober up a giant rubber goth bat?