The Canny Man's

So there's this great little pub around the corner called The Canny Man's. Canny really means 'shrewd' or 'artful' but The Canny Man is actually a policeman I think. I guess good policemen are canny. Anyway I had never been in until Friday evening when Tim and I went with John and Susan, friends from my choir. You walk in and there are little knick knacks plastering the whole place... between that and the amount of people that were crammed in, you had to walk sideways to get anywhere. They had more bottles of liquor lining the cabinets than any other place I'd seen. Musical instruments and cases hanging from the ceiling... along with Skiis, decorative belts, dog cart yokes, and even a woman (mannequin of course). All the bar staff are required to wear a suit and tie, and if they don't like the look of you, they may refuse to serve you! I wanted to go dressed in a trash bag but Tim wasn't so hot on the idea...
You could tell that EVERYONE was a regular and there was even a 'regulars corner' which apparently is a sacrament for the old-timers and you don't dare sit there or move the chairs or even breathe the air.
But it was pleasant and most punters were friendly. One girl just turned to me and started telling me her life story including the fact that she's a westernized muslim which makes her feel torn in 2 directions (should she follow her religion or society, which seem to be mutually exlcusive?)... interesting to mull over.
This weekend was lovely... spent most of the time drawing, which I haven't done in ages. Yay for coloured pencils! :-)
Okay, I posted. Gold star for me!

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: some classical floaty stuff on in the background...