dh0016 DannyH THE RAILWAY TAVERN In a town infested with fake oirish pubs this is the real thing. which is to say that the seats are filthy, the service is lousy, the music is terrible and you never want to leave. Its mid afternoon so the pub is sparsely populated. Across the bar a young couple are just barely playing a game of pool while they engage in the first stages of foreplay. The old man is there, as always, measuring out the last of his days in half pints of guinness. He grunts a greeting at you as you stand at the bar, being ignored by Pat, the long suffering and heavily varicosed landlady. She is watching the pool players as they tease and peck their way towards a landslide victory for the male. The fire is all but burned out in the grate to your left, indeed you just happen to be watching as the last ember fades from orange to grey. It seems to happen too fast, almost as if someone were turning a light out... 020517 ... DannyH Go out to A STREET IN NORTH LONDON dh0007 020517 ... User24 Having returned from Ireland (co. Kerry) 2 months ago, User24 feels like having a guiness, and does so. 021026 ... Pat the landlady That'll be two pound tirty so it will. 030804 ... User24 tankewe. busy, are we? 030804 ... Pat ::sniffs:: no mar 'n yewshul 030805 what's it to you? who go blather from