come as quite a shock to find out she wasn’t
the blushing virgin he had thought, and that the paternity of her last child
was so in question there had been a book run on it. They welcomed Shane
with open arms; after all he was taking the pressure off them!
As the party drew to a close, the
bridegroom was more than a few sheets to the wind and the final straw was
seeing his new bride in the clutches of one of her ex’s, mooning around the
dance floor. Enough was enough, Shane grabbed the mike and called the
company to attention. He announced to all and sundry that he had made a
terrible mistake, probably the biggest mistake of his life. At that point
the bride’s mother jumped to her daughter’s defence. The mother-in-law
from hell dropkicked the groom and threw him over the bannister. No real
damage done, they were only one flight up. Then it was Wales versus Scotland
in earnest; I have to say the Scots won the scrum easily.
Shane wandered off into the night
with the bridesmaid, Stacy, in tow. It seemed they spent the night in the
bridal suite which had been my wedding present to the happy
couple. In future, the only wedding gifts were definitely going to be
toasters from Comet, with the receipt attached.
Shane eventually returned to Wales
with his new wife but it turned out to be another marriage that didn’t last the
pace. Within one year they had met, conceived, married, given birth, and
split up.
Eventful, to say the least.
A record, even for us!
Boo!!!
Every pub, so they say, has at
least one ghost and we were no exception. But ours was one of the more
peculiar ones. I just don’t think it knew it was a ghost! Firstly
its abode was odd. It hung about in the pool room, or in the corridor
next door.
I first became aware of her a few
weeks after we moved in. She was always very evident just as we were
about to lock up. I have already explained how we had to check the gents
toilets. Well, the pool room was next to them. This room had no
windows; it was adjacent to the hall next door, running the length of the
building. It had a very heavy door which we always kept wedged
open. This was for security purposes, mainly to stop any drug trafficking
or any other naughty goings on.
However, no matter what time of
night we finished and went to lock up, the door was closed. This happened
every night and just as the door was wedged open again, you would catch a
glimpse of someone just out the corner of your eye. This was never
spooky, just curious and always took me by surprise. I didn’t mention
this to anyone for some time, mainly because they thought I was a bit mad, and
this would reinforce that belief.
One night I was chatting with
Alan, the chap next door and he jokingly said we must have upset Esther the
ghost, because lately in the morning when they opened up, she had been on the
rampage and things were scattered along the passageway. This was the
passage which ran the full length of our building. If she walked through
the wall, she would be standing in my pool room. The building next door
had at one time been a cinema and legend had it, she was an usherette who had
never clocked off.
Now I neither believe, nor
disbelieve, in ghosts. I can only tell you what happened.
Around about closing time, as I said, the door would mysteriously close and
there would be the most overpowering smell of Jeyes Fluid— yes— Jeyes
Fluid. Nothing else; just a closed door and the smell. We obviously
weren’t as interesting as the carpet shop next door. That was, until the
refurbishment.
Six months after we moved in, the
brewery agreed to do a major refurbishment which would mean closing for
approximately six weeks and amongst the changes, the pool room was about to
become our kitchen. Esther was going to be upset.
During the construction of the
kitchen the men on site were spooked constantly, with things going missing and
turning up in the
the blushing virgin he had thought, and that the paternity of her last child
was so in question there had been a book run on it. They welcomed Shane
with open arms; after all he was taking the pressure off them!
As the party drew to a close, the
bridegroom was more than a few sheets to the wind and the final straw was
seeing his new bride in the clutches of one of her ex’s, mooning around the
dance floor. Enough was enough, Shane grabbed the mike and called the
company to attention. He announced to all and sundry that he had made a
terrible mistake, probably the biggest mistake of his life. At that point
the bride’s mother jumped to her daughter’s defence. The mother-in-law
from hell dropkicked the groom and threw him over the bannister. No real
damage done, they were only one flight up. Then it was Wales versus Scotland
in earnest; I have to say the Scots won the scrum easily.
Shane wandered off into the night
with the bridesmaid, Stacy, in tow. It seemed they spent the night in the
bridal suite which had been my wedding present to the happy
couple. In future, the only wedding gifts were definitely going to be
toasters from Comet, with the receipt attached.
Shane eventually returned to Wales
with his new wife but it turned out to be another marriage that didn’t last the
pace. Within one year they had met, conceived, married, given birth, and
split up.
Eventful, to say the least.
A record, even for us!
Boo!!!
Every pub, so they say, has at
least one ghost and we were no exception. But ours was one of the more
peculiar ones. I just don’t think it knew it was a ghost! Firstly
its abode was odd. It hung about in the pool room, or in the corridor
next door.
I first became aware of her a few
weeks after we moved in. She was always very evident just as we were
about to lock up. I have already explained how we had to check the gents
toilets. Well, the pool room was next to them. This room had no
windows; it was adjacent to the hall next door, running the length of the
building. It had a very heavy door which we always kept wedged
open. This was for security purposes, mainly to stop any drug trafficking
or any other naughty goings on.
However, no matter what time of
night we finished and went to lock up, the door was closed. This happened
every night and just as the door was wedged open again, you would catch a
glimpse of someone just out the corner of your eye. This was never
spooky, just curious and always took me by surprise. I didn’t mention
this to anyone for some time, mainly because they thought I was a bit mad, and
this would reinforce that belief.
One night I was chatting with
Alan, the chap next door and he jokingly said we must have upset Esther the
ghost, because lately in the morning when they opened up, she had been on the
rampage and things were scattered along the passageway. This was the
passage which ran the full length of our building. If she walked through
the wall, she would be standing in my pool room. The building next door
had at one time been a cinema and legend had it, she was an usherette who had
never clocked off.
Now I neither believe, nor
disbelieve, in ghosts. I can only tell you what happened.
Around about closing time, as I said, the door would mysteriously close and
there would be the most overpowering smell of Jeyes Fluid— yes— Jeyes
Fluid. Nothing else; just a closed door and the smell. We obviously
weren’t as interesting as the carpet shop next door. That was, until the
refurbishment.
Six months after we moved in, the
brewery agreed to do a major refurbishment which would mean closing for
approximately six weeks and amongst the changes, the pool room was about to
become our kitchen. Esther was going to be upset.
During the construction of the
kitchen the men on site were spooked constantly, with things going missing and
turning up in the
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