Wednesday, July 6, 2011

imperial pint

No, you're quite right, it wasn't all in the secret arm of the publican: there are reports that the basements link to old smuggling caves on the coast, and when the tunnels were closed up officially after the war it changed the way the beer sat in the basement. There used to right enough be music and dancing most nights, then the bands started skipping our town and heading just to the cities, which was well and good for them and for the cities, but not so good for us. We've still kept up a pretty good team roster for darts, of course, and come the World Cup plenty of locals will stop in to see the action on the big screen, but it's rare indeed to have youngsters like yourself stop in.

steaming summer rain on asphalt

no more gothic novels before bedtime