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ThePikeandMusketwasfairlybusyforaWednesday.Itwasfullofyoungpeopleplay-
ingpoolandshoutingexcessivelyloudlyateachotheroverthenoiseofthejukebox.Sever-
al of them were wearing England shirts but there was no TV and therefore no football.
'Any idea what the score is?' Iasked one oflads, who had just sent the white ball flying
across the room.
'Nah, mate. They're showing it at the pub at the other end of the village.'
Thegirlbehindthebarlookedveryyoung.Shelaughedatusbeforewehadevenspoken
to her. She was clearly in awe of the fine specimens of masculinity that had just entered
the pub. Either that, or baggy rolled up suit trousers, sweaty t-shirts and cut off tracksuit
bottoms are not the latest trend in Walton, Somerset.
Had I mentioned we had reached Somerset by this point? Perhaps not. Well, we had
conquered Devon and had reached our third county in as many days.
'Hello,' said Ben to the still grinning barmaid. 'We've cycled over 80 miles today on
children's bikes, and we don't have any money to buy food. Do you have any leftovers
whatsoever that you could spare?'
'How come you've got no money? Is it some sort of challenge?'
'Yes. We're cycling to the top of Scotland without spending any money. We started in
just pants. All these clothes have been scrounged, too. That's why we're dressed like this.'
'I was wondering why you both looked so daft. I think they've just closed the kitchen
but I'll go and speak to the chef and see if he's got anything. Grab a seat over there and I'll
see what I can do.'
There were a couple of other people finishing up their meals but other than that, the res-
taurant part of the pub was empty. If only we'd been there the night before; Tuesday night
is 'Curry and a pint night' at The Pike and Musket, if ever you are passing.
She walked over to us a few minutes later.
'The chef is going to cook you up something. I'll bring it out to you in a bit. Do you
guys want a beer in the meantime?' asked the barmaid, who clearly fancied us. Looking
around the room, we were definitely the best of a bad bunch.
'To Mrs Rogers,' I said, toasting my pint to Ben.
'Don't. I don't want to think about that. I still can't believe it happened. I won't be able
to look at her in the morning.'
'She might be looking forward to it. You never know, she's probably getting herself
ready as we speak. Putting a skimpy little number aside to wear in the morning.'
'You're sick, do you know that?'
'You're the one who said you were going to roger her in the morning.'
'Alright! Enough! Let's never speak of it again.'
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