“Have you got a bin?” I asked the tender as she poured my cider. She nodded and I pushed the wad of fish wrapping paper leftover from the cod snack finished a minute earlier toward her. “They needn’t have wrapped it with so much.”
“What? Just toss it to you like you are a seal, could they?” I nodded enthusiastically.
The Wheeltapper is a fine old bit of architecture, inside and out. One ale on, but the crowd seems a bit more of a lager and cider bunch. My other brief convo was with a couple of Indian guys about my age. It consisted of one or another of us asking the speaker to repeat himself at which point — at least I did this — the topic was changed completely. I hope they enjoyed it, because I didn’t get a sensible word out of either of them.