Follow the Feeling part 10!

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Jokes have been told and they try to reconnect the usual way over a drink, an indian, a pub crawl and remembrance of previous times but it’s not been the same for a while now.

If asked, they could not say why they enjoyed each others company or even liked one another. They were the remains of the best of a bad bunch?

“Remember Barry Gibbs?”

“What was his real name?”

“Damned if I know.”

They’d already drank three pints in three different boozers. Made small talk with the precious bar maids lasting voluptuousness and around the corner on stools they were currently standing contemplating food as a tactical device so that they might last the night without the police being contacted.

“Barry Gibbs eh? Used to come to work in the signal box on a motorbike, his white suit in hand ready to head to the bars right afterwards. He could stay out all night. Best thing was he spoke with a real thick Brummie accent. Nothing could hide that accent. The illusion shattered and the crowd a laughing cream pie.”

“He really was a Bee-gee out of time wouldn’t you say?”

“Sure as hell.”

“He ever drag you along to one of his tribute acts?”