I felt an air of disappointment as we entered the pub. We dropped the car of round Berties and walked a five-minute distance to the local. This was local more for Bertie than Skinny but he obviously did not appear to mind. The air of disappointment was brought to light when under his breath Bertie said ‘fucking bastards they’ve got our corner’ it would appear this place was more of a local then I first thought as the boys have their own seats. Slightly secluded in the corner of this pub, which I have been requested not to mention as further seat taking could prevail, is a quiet area the boys like to call their own, even though we are only in the opposite corner I feel an uncomfortable mood in Bertie.
‘You know there is nothing more annoying then that, I’ve never seen them bastards in here before’. As he calms down a bit I look over at Skinny who is collecting beer mats and an ashtray and setting out his phone and cigarettes beside his lager. He sits down sips his pint and breathes out loudly a sigh of comfort.
“So it’s been a number of years now you two have been together, were do feel mONKEYs fOREHEAd is going?” I asked Skinny Boy who is now sat staring over towards ‘the corner’. ‘Their moving, looks like their going…’ with this Bertie is collecting his things together his phone, tabs, lighter, pint and jacket and with a majestic swoop almost like an eagle to a field mouse he repositions himself in his usual corner. With that Skinny Boy and I follow and join him. As we reorganize the tables that the ‘fucking messy bastards no bloody respect for fuck all’ as Bertie puts it, I feel that the mood has changed and now serenity prevails. I ask about the name ‘mONKEYs fOREHEAd’ what’s that all about then? They start to laugh and look at each other.
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