Louise
It is always supposed to be a slow time for pubs in January, but last Friday, you would’ve thought it a month earlier in the pub Billy and I were stood in. The music was not too loud to chat, but loud enough to attract a fairly young crowd, not that either of us were there to chat or flirt. He was off to the bar, when a woman pushed up to me, she stopped in front of me looked straight at me and spoke my name. Before she s...