Sometimes something triggers a question in your brain that just demands an answer.
Take the other night as I was sitting in the pub for example.
Yes, I know – we’ll argue about my excessive drinking later, o.k?
Someone has to keep the brewing industry going after all.
And it may as well be me.
I insist. It’s no trouble, honestly.
I’m looking ‘a bit put out’?
Well now you come to mention it I am feeling a tad disappointed.
It’s nothing really, nothing at all. Don’t worry about it.
I just thought you might have offered to buy me a drink, that’s all…
Anyway, back to the subject of my rambling thought processes.
On the wall of said pub was a picture.
Of a pit head.
And the winding gear.
There used to be a lot around here in the Black Country.
Probably the name of the…
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