Happy days

I’ll miss this place, and  its characters.

I served farmers, local crafts folk, tradesmen and a retired bank robber. A lord and lady, and a couple of faded celebs. All ages too. Some not old enough to be drinking, others old enough to know when to stop - but didn’t.

Whenever Glass Eye Gary went to the toilet, he popped his false eye in his beer so nobody would drink it.  Gladys the Guzzler would drop her dentures into her Guinness. "Drink this and they'll bite your bloody nose off" she would shout.

I remember when a mouse appeared from a pool table pocket during a tournament, and a dart landing in someone's burger. I recall riotous after hours lock-ins, screeching karaoke divas and quiz nights with Google cheats!

Now, standing alone in this empty bar I still hear laughter, clicking pool balls, raucous singing, and the crackling log fire. I smell pub-grub, beer and Smooth Sidney's overpowering aftershave!

As I turn the key and walk away for the final time I take with me nothing but happy memories. What more could I wish for?

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