You are looking at the village square with the view towards Jenkins the Iron Mongers. and also depicted is the Post office with its traditional red painted cast iron post box. The village still nestles in its past traditional old world or ravaged by the whiz kid over zealous young adventurous rip apart property development brigade. The Bull stands out as a traditional water hole for the travel sick tourist. Intent on sight seeing of Roman artefacts and remains. Ken Davies rides his vegetable cart in Roman or Celtic the last charioteer of Caerleon on USK. Faithfull horse Vicky towing the loaded cart on Kens round of vegetables sold to public at point of contact. Sadly the Scene is in time past. Kens Faithful horse friend Vicky passed away. The sadness of this traumatic endured time from the loss of his horse. Ken not long after sadly passed away and with sadness one can reflect that nothing is forever. Old age is remembering the past.
Ones old age is the is looking back on the never to be recaptured youth of ones yesteryear. One can never go back in time in body only in the memory of your own mind. Live then for today. Buy your beer at the bull and to hell with tomorrows hangover.
The Royal Albert Maindee.With its prompt serving and friendly barmaids. Terry Williams and pleasant crowd of good ale drinkers supping instead of jabbing needles in parts that are not reached by a good pint of beer.Tony Titcomb the then landlord was of the breed of good and friendly landlords of this era. Which made for packed bars in these drinking water holes. No drugs or smoking bans prices cheaper than drugs. Making for anyone depressed could drown ones troubles in beer not drugs. One could rely on seeing a certain persons or character at ones local water hole as sure as day followed night. Jet Morgan beam me up Lemy. If I had a wish to be able to be transported back to the past.
If I were God chancellor
I would reduce the hop made fairy liquid and make it so much cheaper to get oiled up for a pound or two. Getting slightly intoxicated could be a lot more benefit than the permanent effects of hard tack drugs.
A Hangover doesn’t last forever.
Of course one must be sensible there is a difference in scratching ones arse and tearing it to pieces. Open longer hours in it self is not a good thing for our culture. Open for limited time with cheap ale buy one another a round or two of drinks and head for home with a guts poking out like a barrel. Makes for our friendly past way of life that existed before some meddling super whiz kid with a peak cap and silk underpants. With a wish to advise us how to eat oranges. He Joins a party receives his appointed power by creeping and pushing and spinning his ideas.
THE OLD RISING SUN ON THE PONTHIR ROAD. THE LOCAL LAD’S AND LASSES WOULD BE SURE TO GO. TO SUP UP BEER OF VARIOUS BREWS DRINK UNTIL IT LEAKED FROM THEIR SHOES. A GAME OF DARTS WAS OFTEN PLAYED ON A FRIDAY NIGHT THE DARTS GAME WENT ON WITH THE DART PROJECTED ON ITS FLIGHT AMID THE SOUND OF THE WARBLE OF THE SONGSTERS. THE SINGING BAR OF CLIENTELE AND DART BOWMEN ALL TOGETHER HARMONIOUS SO MERRILY IN MELODY
A SINGING BAR OF BLENDING VOICES. A SINGSONG AND NO MUSIC PLAYED, BUT WHAT A CHOIR. KISSOGRAMS WERE OFTEN ABROAD TO BELAY SOME UNAWARE POOR LUCKY LAD WHO SUPPED HIS BEER BUT HAD NOT MADE A WISH. A KISSOGRAM A BEAUTY MISS WITH HER ALL INTENT TO CHOOSE THE ALLOTTED TARGET LAD SO WELL. HOMED IN ON PREY WITH SHEAR DELIGHT – THE POOR LUCKY LAD HAD SUCH A BLOODY FRIGHT. KISSOGRAM POLICE WOMEN FAKE CADET HER DISPLAY OF HER WARES OF SUSPENDERS AND LACED CAMI-KNICKERS ALL IN VIEW. THAT MADE SOME SUPPING UNLUCKY LADS WANT THE CAKE OF THOUGHT IN MIND OF SOME WHO WOULD GLADLY MAKE THEIR WISH. IF ONLY IF SHE HAD MADE A MISTAKE AND MISS HAD SPRUNG ON ME.
ALAS BEFORE ITS TIME TO FLEE.
BUT SOON ITS TIME GENTLEMEN PLEASE A CALL TO END TO THIS FRIDAY NIGHT. A FINE OLD TIME WAS HAD BY ALL NOW RED FACED AND PISSED ONE HAS A WISH TO HEAD FOR HOME FOR ONLY A LOCAL WISH THOUGHT OF NOOKY CAME IN INTENT. BUT BREWERS DROOP CAME AND NEVER BLOODY WENT.