Beware however of this particular regular who always seems to be propping up the bar, his radar homed in on tourists. You will spot him a mile off; a red-faced, insignificant little s**t really with a tendancy towards holding court and to getting his dander up rather easily.
His mouth – never the most generous full-lipped of cakeholes – disappears into a mean little slit. He`s long since run out of patient locals who are willing to be bored by his exagerrations. `When I was here, when I was there; when I did this, when I did that; my top of the range this, my top of the range that.`
He is the sort you can profile a mile off ....If I didn`t know otherwise I would swear he once worked for my old company Experian !
By God ……. Mecannylad feels better getting that off his chest !
Now. What has this misty Peak District morning got in store for me ?