Friday, 10 October 2008
Coopers
I do like Coopers. The 'pub' in the station. It's just so dirty. And the toilets are locked. Classy. I just like watching the ebb and flow of punters. In and out. In and out. In, drink, stare into distance and out. Or in a group, in, laugh, banter, all glazed behind smacky eyes and then off to party. Kilts swinging or tottering on spiky heels. Bought peanuts tonight from the barman. He always asks. But tonight I thought yeah, i'm gonna buy some nuts or snacks. He looked pleased. And that made me feel good.
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