Time Gentlemen, Please!

It would seem the Western Bar has closed. I could be wrong, the landlord could be on holiday................. Nah, I think it's gone belly up. I was only ever in it once. It was very quiet that night but it was fairly welcoming and comfy. What it was like at half ten on a saturday night was maybe another story................. I always remember it for the scary looking dummy with the waxed raincoat, broad brimmed hat and tankard that sat in one of the windows, the excruciating karaoke that thundered from it's walls and the drunken old jossers staggering home after a good old skinfull. Did the smoking ban kill it? Maybe. Then again, maybe not. More than likely the landlord decided to sell up and move on because he simply couldn't compete with the two bigger pubs a few hundred yards down the road. I await it's next incarnation with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.