On the House
Pour your heart out, mate!
"Have another strong one on me, lad. You're looking really down tonight."
"I am, mate. Thanks."
"Now, whilst I pour you this drink, pour out your li'l heart to me."
I paused to recollect as far as I could. Slowly, my days at university returned to my memory. He filled my glass, then he filled his. He looked at me calmly and listened.
"It all started in university, mate. Sheryl Atwill and I were in the same department, the Department of English,with exactly the same goal, to be writers. That thrilled me. Occasionally, we met each other in the library, when we went for our sources. I hoped, and expected, that she would either live alone and continue to write or marry someone supportive. Neither proved to be the case. Her boyfriend at college was the captain of the football team, a diehard athletic chap. He was very unaesthetic."
"Well! Most of us here know that athletic types like him have little-or no-awareness of art, lad.