Today I did these scribbles opposite the infamous ‘Full Moon’ pub in High Street, Swansea, just around the corner from where I lived until I was 6. Then all the houses were knocked down as part of a massive slum clearance programme and we went to live in a council house. But they left the pub and a few shops. It was about 11.30 and the pub was pretty full with a steady stream of punters coming out to have a fag. I did 3 hasty sketches then went for a delightful lunch in the Continental Caff in Castle Street.
Readers from outside Britain please note that havin’ a fag means to smoke a cigarette 🙂
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Thanks for explaining the ‘fag’ thing….thought you were getting a little kinky there for a while. 🙂
The problem was that Rosie’s hubby forgot to knock her up this morning. (That translates as ‘forgot to wake her up by knocking on the door’.)
We like to eat faggots for tea too