The Rose

You’d be hard pushed to get a locallier local’s pub than this local, what with it being inhabited by locals. By that of course, I don’t mean your locals. I don’t know where you live.
No, this is the kind of boozer that is frequented by people who dwell within fifteen feet of the place. Photographs of icons, from Marilyn Monroe to Michael Jackson to… um…Seal, line the walls but it wouldn’t surprise me if the customers here didn’t know who they were, or even what a photograph was.
That’s harsh. The birthday party I’d stumbled to seemed to be filled with people having a fun time, it’s just that what with being in the middle of nowhere, I was too worried about finding my way home to incorporate myself into the festivities.