Is amazing. There is uneasy feeling in pub, due to disgruntled customers and presence behind bar of personable newcomer, who has swept all before him. Something of an enigma, he has earned the soubriquet 'Goldenballs', as appears can do no wrong. Is living in, and has already taken to composing quite vicious little poems about the regulars, which he recites readily on request. Admittedly not all are character assassinations, but there is something a little spiteful in most of them. We are subjected to tales of his various conquests in the surrounding area, and that his ex, whom he describes as drop dead gorgeous, but quite insane, is stalking him. Without wishing to appear paranoid, I get the strong feeling he is hell bent on Stirring Up Trouble. Time will tell.
Reason some customers, notably the Late Crew are upset, is due to fact the pub was closed without prior notification one evening, and they rolled up to find door locked. Seems there are too many decisions taken by the various people in charge without consulting each other. Is microcosm of life in small rural society. All very strange.
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