At the Buccaneer Pub, inside the walls of the old town, I’m drinking with ancients like myself, pretending to be interested in rugby, while they pretend to be interested in cricket, but neither of us fakes their distrust of Royals. Although it must be said that the man in the top hat and overalls, feeding his bar-stool-perched water spaniel some crisps and Guinness, is a little less harsh than his mates. He would allow them to take their own lives come the revolution. ‘Your round, convict lad,’ smiles Top Hat, ‘and mine next if the dog thinks you’re funny.”
Mary Wallace
4/12/2020 07:43:25 pm
Well done Doug, I felt I was sitting with them.
Sue Clayton
5/12/2020 12:14:18 am
A well-rounded tale, Doug. Here's to you. Comments are closed.
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