'The whole place looks like a fucking Chinese knocking shop,' said the manager, shaking his head and wondering why he didn't inspect the pub, especially the first-floor restaurant, in much finer detail. 'Probably take more money if it was.' Steve giggled and started to laugh, 'Mind you, I don't know what the council would say about that one.' 'Probably be right up for it,' said John, the new manager and also started to laugh. 'Can you imagine. Ahh, Councillor Smyth, we have a large range of Indian, Chinese, Thai or full English, and the food's not bad either. Will you be requiring spanking or non-spanking?' They both laughed loudly. 'I'm thinking what this place needs is a bloody great skip and a bit of hard work, I'll draw up some plans for the Monday morning meeting.' Steve's main job there, for a small fee of free drinks after work, more often than not half a bottle of Pernod, was to re-route most of the older electric cables, and to strip the walls, floors and doors of their ghastly and vulgar attire. next »