In the drivel of the night

Last night's visit to catch up with some more pub folk went a bit wonky. I was really hoping to bump into some fellow beer enthusiasts that I hadn't seen in a long time; but the pub was virtually deserted. Quite a few diners but not many social drinkers. Apart from one determined chap who was sat at the bar supping his pint. The same chap who was there last Sunday and probably hasn't moved since. 'Did you know there's a field behind the pub where people abandon dogs?' he says. 'I go there to shoot 'em. Some you can take home and nurse back to health. But it's all right because they're old show dogs. ' And we went round in circles for at least three times. Eventually we decided to ignore him as it's the only thing he seemed to talk about. As we leave; we tell him it's our favourite new hobby to wander around fields in the pouring rain in the middle of the night to look for abandoned dogs. But does he budge? No.