Two doors down from the Wetherspoons in Leek is a characterful little pub, the Wilke’s Head, which, in decor, ambience and clientele is everything that Wetherspoons is not. On one wall is a blackboard, announcing the results of the latest Death Raffle, with locals betting on the next celebrity to croak. So I offer my heartiest congratulations to ‘Jackie’, who is now £612 to the good after forecasting the demise of Burt Reynolds (1936-2018).
The barmaid either had badly-applied make-up or a facial tattoo. When she wasn’t pulling pints, she was hollowing out pumpkins with a knife, ready for this evening, when the pub will be filled with even more vampires and zombies than usual. Requiring only a minimum of make-up, I could have joined the ranks of the undead; instead I’m heading for a family get-together in Coventry.
The blackboard in the Wilke’s Head, from a previous visit…
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