My Co-op

Met Andy down the good pub at seven and had a lovely three pints in a proper pub. The barstaff are always attentive and know what you want to drink before you ask. He asked why I didn't see Walt much anymore. In-fact, the Asian woman in the Co-op asked the same question. And the Answer...well, you'd better ask Walt. John, who is the best barman in town told me that he is giving up the pub-trade because of the unsociable hours. It's like Wayne Rooney giving up football so that he can go shopping on a saturday afternoon! Back to the worst pub on the way home, and...it was lovely. The northern beardy twat had just finished his shift and we were left with the good guys. And it was quiz night. Funeral tomorrow.