For Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Rambunctious, a word not normally used in the UK, our eqivilent being Rumbustious. However, I’ve been a good boy, stuck to rules and used it!.
I wrote this piece fifteen years ago on the day I said goodbye to my village pub.
I’ll miss this place and its colourful cast of characters.
I served farmers, local crafts folk, tradesmen, a lord and lady, and a couple of faded celebs and a retired bank robber, all ages too, some not old enough to be drinking, others old enough to know when to stop – but didn’t!
I remember when a dart landed in someone’s burger, I recall rambunctious after-hours lock-ins, screeching karaoke divas and quiz nights.
Whenever Glass Eye Gary went to the toilet, he popped his false eye into his beer so nobody would drink it, and Gladys the Guzzler would leave her dentures in her Guinness, ‘drink this and they’ll bite your bloody nose off’ she’d shout!
Now, standing alone in this empty bar I still hear laughter, clinking glasses, raucous singing, and the crackling log fire, I smell pub-grub, beer and Smooth Sid’s overpowering aftershave.
As I turn the key and walk away for the final time I take with me nothing but happy memories, what more could I wish for./
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