Why Not, Hemlington
Hideous. At 10:30pm a gang of maniacs refused to quit the premises and hurled chairs, pictures, mirrors, brass wall lamps, &c at the bar behind which Ally, Bernie and I were standing. It was a close shave. The gang could not be controlled or calmed and Ally made an emergency call to the police who arrived later to find us quivering deep in broken glass. Ally was so calm. I do admire the way she handles the situation. Francis O'Brien was phoned and he says: "Clear up the mess and be open for trading at 11am ..." Mercenary bastard. The apologetic police (the same boys in blue who came last week) locked up the mob, all of whom were well known to the locals. I made yet another statement and we went up to bed exhausted and limp. We shall never be defeated.
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