Tuesday, May 02, 2006


The stick holding the ballons feels warm. The paper around the stick is greasy. The ballons settle down. I take a swig of beer and let go of the stick. The women still stands at the beer with one half pint of lage. She doesn't tocuh her beer. Two old boys stare at the TV set. Some football comentators are on the screen. The man with gthe phone comes out of the toilet. He looks strangly rumpled. His tie is no longer straight. He straightens his tie and walks towards the woman at the bar.
He take the half glass of beer and drinks in one unhurried gulp. The volume on the TV increases, and speculation on some match mingles with the sound of a Saturday afternoon in the pub. The man and woman leave the pub into the bright sunshine.