The guy that ran the place was a Jason King lookalike, all perm and 'tache. He was also a prison warder in MG somewhere and certainly took no prisoners when it came to over exuberance in his bar. Remember the platter of cold frikadelle's on the bar?
It was after a particularly exuberant evening in the back room playing pool, I think my watch is still on the windowsill, that the good old boys from P&SS picked me up in their brand new Range Rover and insisted I take a ride back to the guardroom with them. Well, I had an "accident" whilst travelling with them which left a funny stain on the upholstery. This led to an overnight incarceration in the guardroom and that looooong walk up the drag the following morning. It took me so long to walk that by the timed I reached the Mally it had opened for business and I thought, ho hum, I'll pop in. The boys around 92's table had heard of the previous evening's exploits and welcomed me back with more ale and friks and so the cycle started again.
Happy Daze
