| The Closing of the Goat and Garter |
| you know said brander they closed the goat & garter so what, mcguire replied it was all filthy tobacco carpets betty malarkey bouncing her tits on the bar and rats shagging in the darkness behind the urinals oh more than that protested brander for some it was a haven, an oasis in the desert twixt home and heartbreak why in the goat & garter i first met guinness gertie you gave her your heart snorted mcguire she gave you the clap the nearest you will ever come to applause but, brander insisted they are turning it into a theme pub a sacrilege it is an insult to the memory of the unknown drinker a theme pub is it? mcguire curled a nostril and plucking from his beard a cheese straw demanded what pray is the theme? the damnation answered brander of faust and what pressed mcguire has faust to do with the neighbourhood? damnation i suppose said brander has to do with every neighbourhood but it will be mephistopheles the manager imps amongst the pimps and betty malarkey with horns and a pitchfork this mcguire hissed say what you will is called progress and progress merely one more trick turned by the great whore time |
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