and a voice in me head says slow down but I’m lying about that bit because there is no voice in me head. In me head there is an emptiness and I think I can fill that emptiness by putting on another bet and I don’t care for Mary Ryan now in fact I never liked her and her ways. All I really want to do now is have a drink because there’s no harm in porter no harm in stout and if Michelle knows whats good for her she’ll stay out of me way because she should never have given me that free bet and got me started so I better get a pint into me quick and slow this thing right down.
I run out of the shop and turn right heading towards the general direction of where the restaurant. I’m looking for a pub I think I may have been in on my last visit. Can’t quite figure