The pub is gone. Move on. Blows in. Blow out. Move on. The lads ran a pub. It was theirs. They can do do what they like. They did. Well done. Move on. It closed. Now I hope it stays that way. I didn’t at first. I hate that shit about will it open. People broke their windows recently. I hate that shit too. I say break theirs. Other pubs closed. Pubs close all the time. People move on. Regeneration. A generation has moved on. The town is bigger now. A town of almost all blow ins. We need a new pub. Not an old one. An old style one. A new tv would do. I hate blow ins. Next.