I remember a pub on the A272 where one of the bars was an ossuary. The pub was called Professor Hound, and I only went a couple of times with a friend who could drive. I remember the grimed windows, antlers and animal skulls, with some human bones among them. Of course there never was any such pub, but I remember it clearly, the dust and the beer.
I really like this theme of fleeting memory and reconstructed memory. the writing down gives memories substance and in just hearing names like Elm Grove (where my dad grew up) and Arundel (a truly weird place) brought back my own fleeting memories of those places. Don't give up, clear the runway for more ideas to land!
I like this one very much, James!
I like it when there are no Clowns. I need a thoughtwright for a particular early trauma.
Excellent writing James.
I really like this theme of fleeting memory and reconstructed memory. the writing down gives memories substance and in just hearing names like Elm Grove (where my dad grew up) and Arundel (a truly weird place) brought back my own fleeting memories of those places. Don't give up, clear the runway for more ideas to land!
Great pub! Is it, by any chance, a Weatherspoon's?