is how I feel when I’m within a pub. Now I used to feel quite at home in the dark, low ceilinged bars which had shafts of swirling smoke as light shone in from without – with a low grind of music in the background or just plain silent except for the ongoing hushed conversations…
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Trapped
Posted in Pipe & cigars, outlook, politics, relationships on Thursday, 8 May, 2008 | 3 Comments »
