joeosker
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My old local pub used to have a folk night on a Tuesday way back in the late 80,s it was always well attended with some quite famous ish acts ,The pub, being an ex Manor house,had three main rooms and two bars one down a few steps were the music was,at the end of the evening the act and most of the folk groovers had left myself and my pal Matt picked up our beers and walked up to the main bar leaving the boss lady collecting glasses,we noticed a thin haze of smoke in the bar ,not that unusual in the 80,s but this had an acrid smell to it,at this point the boss lady comes up from the lower bar ( the bars being connected by a small archway) and sees a pen burning on a small ( but sturdy) wooden shelf next to the bar hatch,we all look at each other ,she thinks we did it ,we know we didn't , but it's well alight and has burned a groove in the shelf. My guess is it was a twit with no brains and a lighter ,but I've since tried to light a pen and it takes a while to catch,so I'm sure the staff would have seen them,