Nigel sighed. It was time admit it. This latest plan to bring new customers into the bar was a bollo
Nigel sighed. It was time admit it. This latest plan to bring new customers into the bar was a bolloxed mess just like the rest; the Tower of London souvenir pewter mugs, the Russian nesting teapots. Even his collection of old Jerry medals from the Big War only caught a glance from some of the old geezers. He should never have listened to that slick salesman from Brighton talking a load of codswallop. See? So life like! Just set them up at the bar and watch the mods come running! You’ll have more new customers than you know what to do with! Then it was a wink and a check and he never saw him again. Or any new customers, for that matter. What was he going to tell the missus this time? He pulled another glass from the sink, sighed again. It just wasn’t the same as pre-war. Now that was a time to run a pub. -- source link
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