The pub looks suspiciously empty.
I wonder -was it full of people and noise with a vibrant atmos and a piano player plinking away at "Oh Susannah"?
Then in walks JB ,the piano abruptly stops ,the card games (probably more likely cribbage games) cease and wary eyes watch as he strolls to the bar.
"Half of Badgerworths Owld Ferret, barkeep" utters the sinister, non Viking attired stranger.
He calmly places 4 pocket knives on the bar as he rummages his jacket for his wallet.
The room erupts into a frenzy of terrified patrons making for the nearest exits.
An ancient stag head above the dart board is hit by a mis-thrown dart and falls onto the head of an old gent making his way back from the lav.
He capers about the bar ramming into people with his antlers in a blind panic.
A postman who had been having a crafty beer on his round flings his mail bag in the air ,the letters and cards fly everywhere but he has managed to get the door to the 1st class ladies lounge open.
A torrent of terrified patrons streams through to safety.Pensioners ,Vikings ,off duty railway staff and a diminutive two legged Stag with disproportionately large antlers.
In the ensuing serenity of the abandoned bar our hero takes his seat near the photos of old steam trains , has a cooling sup of ale and knowingly examines one of the knives.
Oh England ,my lion heart!
