The Windmill - my new local

Well I woke up this morning with the dry horrors. A function of my Sunday at the Windmill Inn, my new local, and also the Guinness. As you know I was a bit naughty and had three pints at lunch, so by 4.30pm (it was dark) I was in there again doing the Tom version of chatting up Laura. Sorry no photo. Let's just say there is a fan heater behind the bar and she has looong, brown hair and a nice...well I digress. And she serves beer. Perfect. She's this weeks distraction - except we could talk for hours.
So I spent most of Friday night in there, meeting all the locals including the owners' mother who was quite intoxicated and proceeded to tell me how rich she was (for what purpose?) and that she used to live in Spain, all the while continuing to twitch her mouth to one side whilst pursing her lips every few seconds. Audrey. I was very polite. And then there's old man George and his black labrador Mary who gets up on the bar. He's in there every day.
So I was back again on Sunday night knowing this time that Laura was currently seeing a 46 year old man, and had been for some 18 months, but putting that aside she is just full of life and so easy to talk to. Now I know all the staff (another of which is not sooo pretty and is 19 years old and pregnant with only one remaining twin to a 47 yr old) - there's Kate, Sarah, Michelle (the one up the duff) etc. Not to mention the other lonely/crazy old lady from French-speaking North Africa. So I'm like part of the furniture there now. Shame their beers aren't cheaper. And the music consists of about 20 CD's, one of which is called 'Power Ballads 2'. It's a good laugh.
I had a good couple of nights. Always a bit random when you go out on your own. They have a pool team too in the local pool league that are pretty crap if you ask me. Don't ask me then. The rules are pretty different. Anyway, the pool team is short a few players, so I may have a slot for the next couple of weeks until the current season ends. Have to earn my spot though so fair enough.
Comments
Sounds like you'd better head into the hills and do some tramping or MTBing. What's it called? Fell-walking or summin'
Sounding like an episode of eastenders over there just jump the bar and give her what for eh?
Bunter