Post 1620. Thursday October 19
Reginald Fletcher, Retch to the locals, always took part in the annual Yard of Ale contest at the Runt in Tun public-house, every time coming last; the contest just wouldn't be the same if he came anywhere else!
He’s passed on to the great pub in the sky now but they still talk about the last time he took part.
Picture the scene; Retch hoisted the lengthy vessel to his mouth and with a slow gulp gulp gulp began to drink it’s frothing contents.
Sixty-eight seconds later he finished, and he let out a massive ‘huff’ the force of which sent his false teeth barreling down the glass tube, becoming jammed partway down.
Despite the best efforts of his friends, Retch’s gnashers refused to budge and they remain there to this day.
This evening before this year's contest takes place, they will be raising their glasses to the yard of ale horn complete with Retch’s teeth on the shelf above the bar.
This week's cue at Six Sentence Stories is Yard.