Longcroft Estate, Rampant Horse Pub.
Another cosy night in the finest of pubs. Ken was keeping bar as only Ken could. Old Pete was munching on pork scratchings and doing the crossword. At Old Pete’s feet Scrapps was hoovering up the odd pork scratching that should happen to come his way.
At their usual table Dave and Vinny were, as always, having a lively discussion.
“So it seems the world is rightly standing behind Ukraine against Putin and tanks are being sent in aid.”
“Yes it’s a grim affair Vinny and that’s for sure.”
“You have to wonder about a man that can only prove his worth through military violence and sabre rattling.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong Dave but are you suggesting that Mr. Putin is….compensating for something?”
Dave waggled his little finger.
Vinny laughed then took a thoughtful sip of his pint as if to wash the thought away. Dave, not wanting to be left out also sipped his pint.
“Oh yes Vinny I imagine it’s very small indeed.”
“Just go careful my friend. You don’t want be sipping a novichok cocktail. That man has spies everyone.”
“True enough but in HERE? Well there is lecherous Lee I suppose. It would explain a lot to be honest.”