Vision: Hair Of The Dog

Vision: Hair Of The Dog
8th July 2009

This vision had been unfolding since November 2007, until now.

I was reminded of it yesterday, 7th July 2009.

I saw a pub in America. It appeared as if this pub had been in America since a long time.

It looked like a typically British pub except that it was extremely large.

It's frontage was to the main street. The pub was very large and almost occupied the whole length of the main street.

I noticed that within, the pub decor was typically British, but that of the 1970's-1980's era. The outside though, did not look like a typical British pub building exterior. The entire edifice from outside, looked bizarre. The windows looked strange.

There was no uniformity. There were bay windows, period windows, arched windows, stain glass windows, windows made of wrought iron, wooden frame windows, metal frame windows, bamboo framed windows, french windows, fancy framed windows, european doors and windows, etc. It was a hotch potch of window frames. The facade, the columns etc outside the entry and exit doors also clashed in design and period.

But inside, it was a typical British pub. The food served within, was typically British, fish and chips, toad in the hole etc.

I noticed that many customers were walking in, but hardly any walked out. It appeared as if none wished to leave.
I noticed that the bartender, spoke in a Birmingham accent.
He had a napkin carelessly thrown around his shoulder, and stood behind the bar, pulling pints.

Everyone there was drinking the same brew.

I saw the faces of those who sat drinking at the bar. All the men were hefty, and all had rough blotchy complexions. They looked like dipsomaniacs.