Earl's Court Road Pub
BY DIANA MORGAN.
She's here at Opening Time each day On the dot. Her name is Gray; She's quite the lady, forty-something, fair, Must have been pretty once—nice reddish hair; She lives in Coleherne Court across the way.
Well, as I said, she comes in every day.
Sits in her corner with a gin and ton.
Each time I look—`I'll have another, Ron.'
By three she's pretty tight, the last to go.
I see her 'cross the street—you never know.
At half past five as I unlock the door She's on the step. So it begins once more.
She's very chatty with the wife and I; She's keen on racing; even when she's high She's never awkward, just gets white and sad.
We often wonder of the life she's had.
She never mentions husband, kiddies, friends.
She must have pots of money, for she spends At least two quid a session here each day.
She never ever seems to go away— Even in summer when the sun is high And London dead and dusty. One night I Said, 'Why don't you take a trip to Gay Puree?'
She only smiled and said, 'This one's on me.'
She's very generous, we have always found--- Standing drinks and paying round on round. The regulars like her : 'Morning, Mrs. Gray!' `Good morning, Frank—what's it to be today?' The lads all know that she's an easy touch. But she don't take 'em back with her—not much : Say once or twice a year. We always know, 'Cos she don't make the morning session. Oh, It's not she minds us knowing she's been stung, It's just the fact the bastards are so young! But she'll be back at night : `Good evening, Ron !' 'Evening, Madam'—`The usual—gin and ton.'
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