dawn creeps in over the little village, still cold rosy light filtering over the tavern, cautious in case it achieves a hangover by association.

There on the stoep sits Angus the Dog, alert to protect his mistress from wandering Trolls, she is still suffering from the effects of two much Lemonade in the Alchol steam.

A wandering Newfie walks by with two of the last Cod from the Grand banks.

"Don't worry", says the bluenose, "I left a breeding pair !"

"Ah yes," says Sammy the Seal, " I had to cross the wide Atlantic for them, all the way from the lake in Kairdif's Victoria Park (*), and very tasty they were too. Old Captain Cat, and the rest of the fishermen of Llareggub have had to lay up their boats. Theres no Cod in the Irish Sea any more. 'Zanzibar' and 'Star of Wales' will rest at their moorings."

From the back bar the 197th verse of "Cosher Bailey" croaks out, expelled by Welsh voices determined that they will not be forced to conceed and buy a round.
For some reason there has been a song creep. "Sir Patrick Spens" verss have sideled in. No one notices, some one is sing far too loud and flat.

Paddy McGinties Goat (DT) approaches, looking for stray Groundnuts and remaindered drinks. Angus points out in hushed tones that the bar contains Welshman. The Goat leaves.

The bar keep asks "Havn't you got homes to go to ?"

The reply is Next Post

Gareth

(*) Sammy the Seal - A Cardiff true story -
he/she survived 15 years or so living in the ornemental lake in Victoria Park, in Kairdif, from the 1920's. How Sammy got there no one knows. Legend had it Sammy would hop on and off a tram in the Cowbridge Road for a trip to the Taff Embankment and back - but that's the subject for another thread. And the songs and poems on Sammy.