Tag Archives: pub life

The answer exists

There are three stages to the day and I’m at the first. The sun hasn’t woken but I eat full breakfast and coffee. Advertising agents gather up punters and rub nettles on their genitals. There’s frost on the beer pumps … Continue reading

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The Year it Rained

Welcome to the clockwork of The Devonshire Arms. Eleven minutes past nine and any moment Geoff will walk in through the glass-panelled door and begin unbuttoning his burgundy overcoat as he does every Wednesday night. The bar is dotted with … Continue reading

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