In the bar at the end of the world
‘ Uuuh ! My head hurts’ ‘Welcome back to the land of the living Alfie’ said the Nick Cave lookalike barman with a smile. ‘Just in time for breakfast’. ‘Wha- … what’s going on here? Why am I here?’ groaned Alfie. ‘The eternal question my foppish friend, why indeed are we all here? Is there an ultimate meaning to our existence?’ ‘Knock it off mate, not that.’ Alfie sits up and perches on the edge of the pool table, feet dangling, he winces as he rubs the back of his neck. ‘I’m sure your beer is getting stronger.’ Alfie screws his bleary eyes and peers through the dusty window. ‘ Bejeepers !’ He opens his eyes wide. His mouth forms an ‘O’. ‘What’s happened out there?’ ‘You’ve been out for three days Alfie. Sit in that comfortable chair near the bar, eat this breakfast and we can talk’ said Nick Cave. ‘You have a bit of catching up to do.’ Alfie climbs down off the pool table and shuffles across the bar room. The pub looks similar to normal for the most part; dar