Old Bank of England Pub, photo by Naviquan Met my old friend Gerry Mcgowan yesterday evening. Went to the Old Bank of England pub . I like it, and took Steph there when she came to London. The pub during the week is busy. The staff were very pleasant and sold me a nice pint of ESB and I sat waiting for Gerry. Be there in two minutes. said the message, and he arrived ten minutes later. Gerry looked good. He was slim and wearing stylish glasses. But he spoke softly and the noise in the pub was loud. We spoke of Belfast and mothers and Lecce , where Gerry lives. When he first arrived there there were no tourists, but it is now a tourist destination, its rocky shores populated periodically by these northern seagulls. Gerry has an olive grove, chickens and his wife is a town doctor. Lots of people know me, he says, but I don't always know them. Speaking of Italy, It's not about Berlusconi, said Gerry, it's more complicated than that. You have to study th
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