| I wasn't particularly looking for Janner
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| | 'Thanks, and put one in for Janner.'
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| when I wandered into the Trevelyan Arms
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| | Janner raised his glass in recognition. It
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| for a pint of Geoffrey's old and filthy. I
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| | was normal to buy him a drink...well why
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| was actually having a hard time with the
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| | not? He'd provided us with years of
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| Telegraph crossword, not an unusual
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| | entertainment. Perched up there on his
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| occurrence. In fact three or four of us
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| | stool, resplendent in a pair of tatty
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| would gather early doors in the 'Trev',
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| | jeans, an old fishing smock covered in
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| ostensibly for a symposium on clues but in
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| | paint and yesterday's breakfast, he was a
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| reality an excuse to swallow a few 'heart
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| | tourists dream of a Penzance Pirate, which
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| starters' and get out of the house quickly
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| | is what he is... a latter day one anyway.
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| before our respective wives or bosses
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| | 'Not a bad year for the daffs Janner' I
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| found us something to do.
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| | said, thinking of the tons of daffodils
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| 'Morning Janner', I said, spying him
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| | that Cornwall exported every year. 'You
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| propping up the bar, half perched on his
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| | done any pickin' lately?' 'Getting' too
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| favourite bar stool.
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| | old for that game my bird,' he took a huge
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| 'Mornin' my bird,' he replied, swinging
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| | swig of ale,' plays 'avoc with me
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| round and getting his size twelve sea
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| | 'artheritits'
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| boots caught under the brass foot rail.
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| | 'Only thing what plays havoc with your
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| 'T'is a bit quiet 'ere this mornin' he
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| | arthritis is when you 'ave to put your
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| spluttered through a bushy black beard
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| | 'and in your pocket for a pint,' quipped
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| compacted in beer froth.
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| | Geoffrey. This was true enough. Rumour had
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| | time.
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| 'Well it's only half ten', I said, 'in
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| | The door opened and Janner looked round,
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| half an hour you wont be able to move'.
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| | sensing a victim. His hawk like nose
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| I knew what Janner was up to. He was short
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| | ravaged by wind and sun, not to mention
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| of money again. The tourist season was
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| | beer and rum, sniffed the air. It stuck
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| just starting down here in West Cornwall
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| | out of a froth-encrusted beard that could
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| and tourists were the lifeblood of the
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| | have housed a flock of seagulls. The black
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| community, in more ways than one.
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| | Celtic eyes twinkled with anticipation.
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| 'Morning Kit' panted the Landlord,
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| | Two girls in their early twenties gingerly
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| wheezing with exertion as he appeared head
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| | walked in. They were obviously cyclists,
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| first out of the cellar, blue veins
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| | mini lycra shorts and plastic head guards
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| bursting out of his forehead like a map of
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| | gave the game away. Un- hooking two
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| London's underground. '...Wont be a
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| | enormous back packs they both showed a
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| minute, just changed the barrels over'.
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| | remarkable amount of tanned thigh.
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| 'Don't worry Geoffrey', I said, 'just
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| | 'Can we 'ave two cokes please?' asked the
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| escaped from Laura, she thinks I'm
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| | taller and blonder of the two, in what was
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| gardening.'
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| | obviously a Germanic accent.
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| 'scaped have ee', mumbled Janner 'I got my
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| | 'Of course my pretty,' said Geoffrey, a
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| Elsie down Brent's farm sortin' bulbs.
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| | normal Cornish greeting for anything on
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| Keeps 'er out o' harms way', I knew what
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| | two legs... and sometimes four. 'Would you
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| he meant. He could stay in the pub all
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| | like ice?' 'Sank you' said the other.
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| day, spinning tales of Cornish folklore to
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| | 'Now where is it?' said Geoffrey after
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| any tourist that would buy him a drink
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| | opening two bottles of Coke and pretending
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| while his long suffering Elsie provided
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| | to look for the ice bucket. He knew there
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| the wherewithal to live. Janner was a
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| | wasn't any. There never was. 'I'll just
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| local institution, a kinder soul you
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| | get some from the kitchen . Won't keep you
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| couldn't wish to meet; he'd do anything
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| | waiting my lovers.' ...another old Cornish
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| for you, especially if it involved the
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| | cordiality.
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| price of a pint or two. You could hire
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| | 'I'll get it' exploded Janner jumping of
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| Janner for a days odd jobbing or to make
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| | his stool, sensing an opening, 'I'm going
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| up the crew on a fishing boat for the
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| | for a slash anyway.'
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| promise of a nights supping.
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| | 'Don't bother, I'm on me way.' said
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| 'Usual Kit?' asked Geoffrey, his face
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| | Godfrey, walking through to the kitchen to
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| returning to a more normal, all over red
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| | look for the non existent ice.
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| ochre posture.
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