Nearly ten in the pee emm and it’s jus' yours truly and the beer-mats kicking it to Smooth FM on the bar’s radio. Far cry from the unreal scenes of the previous night wit' the quiz in the bar AND the Town Planning Committee in the function room. Mad crazy.
A brother’s giving serious thought to locking the fuck up and heading to his crib when Gordon the Baker comes rolling in. First customer of the evening.
Gordon: Pint of John Smith’s please.
I pour his drink in silence. He breaks out some dollar and silently sits at one of the six tables and slowly exhales. Some time passes.
Me: Been far, then?
Gordon: Not really.
Silence. For some minutes.
Me: Been up to much then, Gordon?
Gordon: [After a pause] Naw.
More silence.
Gordon: I went for a walk?
Know when to quit, that's what I say. I start wiping down the glass shelves.
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