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THE
PUB
On the Holloway road in London there is a giant pub
that use to be an old cinima. It is large and
spacious with hundreds of different beers on tap
and many bottled beers too.The staff are clean cut
in their blue shirts. They never spill any
alchohal and they always give you the right change.
Inside the old cinima is decorated with photograths
of famous movie stars. Such as Juli Garland, Ginger
Rodgers showing all her leg, Clark Gayble and many
others.
Down by
the back doors on oppersit walls the pup pay homage
to two local heros of Islington, two gay Icons. On
one wall there is several pictures of Joe Meek. The
man who created the early sixties hit "Telestar" in
his home made recording studio. He killed himself
but first he killed his landlady, great
stuff.
Then on
the other wall pictures of the now famous playwrite
Joe Orten. He of such plays as "Loot".
"Entertaining Mr Sloan" and "What the Butler saw".
He was murderd by his lover Kennith
Hallywell.
Great
stuff.
I go to
the pub, by a pint of Directors and sit down. I
like to drink four pints durring the day and
another four at night befor I do any writing. The
liquid makes me feel like a king. So warm and
comforting is the misty haze.
There are
many Irish folk in the pub and I meet one in the
toilets. He staggers over the urinal and pisses
down his pants and goes into a rage. He turns to
me. 'Fucking gipsy bastards. Gone and pissed all
over me, ya bastard' 'You've had to much to drink'
I say. 'Yes you could be right' he says. 'But those
gipsys have pissed down my leg again' 'Then
perhaps you should go and kill yourself' I suggest.
'Then they wont do it any more'. This he does. He
throws himself through a plate glass door. As he
lies bleeding dead a caravan of gipsy's pass and
shit on him. Such a tragic end to an old
man.
I settle
down to drink my pint in solitude.But my peace is
shatterd by the sound of what seems to be crackling
gun fire. It is laughing Man another local.
Laughing Man is always laughing loudly. He is
always happy, too happy and finds the funny side of
every thing. Nothing brings him down. 'Ho ho ho
I've got terminal cancer. Hee hee hee my wife has
gone and left me. Ho ho ho my house is being
reposesed'. Yes nothing upsets him and his anoying
laughter echos around the old cinima and pieces the
ear drums.
Then after
my third pint another charictor apears. Its wantent
woman. She sits next to me and looks into my eyes.
She is well pissed. She grabs my hand and bites my
finger nails off. Then she speaks. 'My boyfriend
has chucked me out of his flat. Can I stay round
yours. We could go to bed.' ' But you are a sexless
woman' I say. 'I know' she says. ' Thats what
happens when you have iligitimate children. But I
still have tits'. I make my excuses about being gay
like Joe Orten and Joe Meek and leave. I will
return to drink another day but not
today.
SEXTON
MING
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