It’s not the great beer that draws us all here,
It’s not classy wine that tastes so damn fine,
It’s not flavoured gin, that was once mother’s ruin,
It’s not vintage brandy, the shorts, or the shandy,
It’s not fancy mixers, the whiskey, the spritzers,
It’s not cider, crisps, cocktails, scratchings or mocktails.
It’s the beautiful people, the laughter, the fun,
The music, the friendships, all rolled into one,
Discussions & banter, the humorous ranter,
It’s sharing a joke with the best village folk,
It’s having a natter, being teased by the gaffer,
It’s ambience missed, it’s where we got pissed!
The tables stand empty, the chairs sit alone,
Any chance of a bevy you can send down the phone?!
Oh ‘tis an emotional time of changes. We’re all missing special people & places terribly, with no idea when we’ll be able to share the same space again. It’s not easy.
I may have written this after drinking the odd glass of wine in our favourite, local watering hall, The Greyhound Inn, Llangunllo. Hope those that will miss meeting there, or at their own special place to get together, in the next little while, can relate..& hope it won’t be too long until we’ll all be raising a glass together, once more!