The Boundary

Marking the northernmost bow of Smithdown Road, as well as the pointless accomplishment at me now having drank in every available location on the street, the Boundary was nothing at all like I’d imagined. The silent old man’s pub of my mind was in fact a voluminous, energetic place with a high ceiling and a huge bar.
As we sat drinking, wondering how long it is until we can leave, a cackling, elephantine woman came up to us and pointed out the fact we were sat at one of the tables between the booths and the bar. I don’t have a clue what kind of system this place works under but this was probably the table that only the dog-​buggerers sit at. If so, thanks for not telling me, Boundary.