Saturday, June 29, 2013


One came in at lunchtime. "A glass of tap water, please".  I tried to tell him that tap water wasn't quite nature's own but he had his own agenda.

Before long he was telling everyone that our lawn was unnatural; mowing it was destroying the wild flowers. He longed for the 'old days'.

I showed him:

He bought a cup of hot cocoa.

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Ne meias in stragulo aut pueros circummittam.

Our Bouncer is a gentleman of muscle and guile. His patience has limits. He will check you at the door.

The Tavern gets rowdy visitors from time to time. Some are brain dead and some soul dead. They attack customers and the bar staff and piss on the carpets. Those people will not be allowed in anymore. So... Be Nice..