Toby Jugg

Once you are friends

My Melanie is a good lass. She works hard and keeps the Ledger up to date. Yet, I can't get my head around it, though. You see, when I ran the pub, it was spit and sawdust, the clang of coins, and I shoved the day's earnings in an old bag. People had fun, and the spilt drinks would soak your boots. Now, it is all orderly and 'managed'. I have to admit I prefer the old way.

Once they like you

I know I often seem jolly and rosy-cheeked, but I am a twisted grump inside. I hate seeing my old pub become some clean, efficient money-making machine. Melanie will put fancy artwork on the walls and hang chairs and scythes from the rafters next. It's dragging me down; it really is.

Asking for help

I chatted with our Melanie and cleared the air. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I know I am an old man, set in his ways, and she is just running it the way she needs to. To that end, I will create a new drink in her honour, 'The Melanie Mellow'.

Could you help an old fool out and find me some Barley? It's been in short supply around here lately. Three lots should do.