Home Poetry Bar Talk In the early 1960's I had a 'Watney's' pub in Jersey. I hated every moment of being a publican and luckily sold it after 2 years. This verse is about the lack of mental stimulation that 'bar talk' had for me.
BAR TALK A man came in, looked round and said: "A lovely day today". I nodded and agreed with him: "Yes! lovely day today". He sat him down, pulled out his pipe and looked along the shelf. I asked him what he'd like to drink, "A gin just by itself". "Here you are sir - one and four please", Said he "You have one too", I said "No thank you sir, you see I've too much work to do". "My God me lad" he said to me "You're going down the drain "If you don't have a drink with me I'll not come in again". "Well thank you very much" I said "I'll have a shilling's worth", I hoped to God the same spirit would not give me his girth ! He knocked his gin back in one gulp as I was mumbling "Cheers", and then his eyes came down to rest on rows of bottled beers. "I'll have a Guiness if I may", he said and wiped his chin, and truly I can swear to you he drank it fast as gin. The man got up and off the stool and made towards the door And then I knew I'd hear him say something he'd said before .... "A lovely day today" he said, (the passwords of our nation). That's how I came to learn what's called the art of conversation !!
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