Anyone who's worked at a popular bar on the weekends will tell you it's like a workout, there's beer, fights, police, tears aswell as barrels that need changing. The Monday nights however were quiet and pretty awesome.
Aside from the few walkers and tourists I had pop in I had my regulars, some if the best people I knew. They were all friends and took me right under their wings , I thought they'd forgotten all about me, until one if them contacted me and asked for an owl!
Something brown and fluffy!
It turned out adorable , and as it goes it's going to be called "little Frankie"
Really makes me miss my regulars if I worked it out I probably spent about 220 hours with those fun and kind people!
This incidentally was brought by Mr Guinness, (whiskey on weekends).