Pub was very quiet last night. Eerily so. Perhaps due to the credit crunch grown men can't borrow any money to buy beer. Sad days indeed.
I sat down alone with some beer, whisky and thoughts. It had been a strange day full of mixed omen and I was happy to be in that place. But nothing ever stays as good as it should be. A guy I knew back from the days came over:
"Ah Musters, howya pal?"
"Not bad ... mate", I said, his name eluding me entirely.
We chatted for a while and I asked about some mutual acquaintance. His reply threw me a loop:
"He's my elder in the church".
Two things here:
- Going to church is one thing. Admitting it in a pub seems a bit ... gay, no?
- What the fuck does his age have to do with anything?
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