It was a cold blustery night as i walked from my bedsit to the warmth of my local.It wasn't that i particularly like the pub,but it was close and warm and at the beer was up to snuff.

I hadn't always lived in this part of town. In fact i had only lived here for about eighteen moths,previously my life was spent in living in the leafy suburbs of a large southern country town in a nice four bedroomed detached house;however that was then and this is now.And quite frankly this part of my life sort of suited me better.

I entered the pub via the side door and made for my usual seat in the corner. I tossed my overcoat over a chairback and strolled over to the bar.Jack was fiddling with the remote control trying to find something interesting to watch.He hated sport and preferred documentaries,so the clientel  had to suffer and watch whatever he chose.It didnt bother me, reading was more interesting than watching more stories of american serial killers or nazi atrocities.And at least with my head buried inside a book no nosy bastards would bother coming over and try to engage me in converstion. quite frankly,i couldnt be arsed talking to anyone for any lenght of time. i was just happy to be on my own,sipping a pint and having a quiet pint.

The pub was an old fashioned drinking hole.a half moon shaped wooden bar,optics along the back wall, the tele on a shelf high above the bar,jack had an iron cage around to stop it being stolen. no one had the heart to tell him that if a burglar broke in it would probably be to deliver a new one. circular tables were scattered  indiscriminately scattered around,a long bench against the walls and a fairly open space at the front of the bar with a brass rail running the lenght of the bar.

as befits locals,most users had their own space,a domino school on a circular table,a group of pensioners along the back bench,casual drinkers would fit in where ever they could,which on most nights meant anywhere as the palce was never full or crowded.Occasionally a couple of the local girls would come imn for a quick half a lager and a warm between clients.They never looked like julia roberts in pretty woman.They all looked strung out on drugs,minty and anorexic. they didnt bother any of the locals and jack tolerated them as long as they didnt shoot up or get too pissed.

Anyway,as previuosly mentioned it was a cold blustery night and i was enjoying my pint in my solitude,head buried in my book,not bothering anyone when suddenly the door at the side crashed open and in walked two of her majesties finest.

The taller of the two was a seargent and looked as if he'd been a copper all his life. His raddled features tipped you off that he looked like a drinker,His partner was a female and considerably younger,but she was smaller and darker than him,she even appeared to have a moustache on her top lip,the squint didnt so much as add character only highlighted her total ugliness,a lumpy complexion convinced me that she had a most unfortunate face.

offbeat things tended to get my attention more so than normal everyday ones.It may be my misfortune to bypass the mundane,and while not actively seeking to search for different experiencs,they tended do drift into my orbit very easily.She was definitley intersting,if at this first encounter,only because of her face.