Being caught with Guiness at the Mill

“I have to live near flowers,” Roger says to old gentleman over a beer, a Guiness stout. “I can’t exist without flowers and birds.”


However at the Mill Irish Stout is tastier than Guiness. Even say more, the Granta is a much better bet, but at least the Mill sells you beer in plastic glasses for the green.
Young guys sat down nearby.
By coincidence, one of these guys sees his face in the magazine and calls his name at the bar, wanting to know if he would play tunes. Assholes.
Debora, little girl from Sydney, wants to know how long he has been losing his eyesight and how long he has had missing teeth. When he tell her, she puts her hand, that soft white hand, on his arm and tells him how much she admires him for making all those sacrifices for a worthy cause...