Toni Le Busque's stories.

At lunch time Gilly and I ate the Cross Keys.
‘I used to work here once,’ I said to Gill, ‘but I walked out after months of them refusing to buy a plug for the kitchen sink.’
Just then a small boy began to cry and cough so loudly that he drowned out the Kylie Minogue coming out of the speakers.
The whole pub turned to look at the child until eventually its father gathered up all its belongings and dragged it into the street.
I looked down at my spicy bean burger, then, and said this should be called a spicy shit burger.
‘And this should have been called roast slops.’ Gill said looking down at her roast chicken and vegetables.