No too far from me in Carmarthen town there is a building with the word Freemasons carved into the stone above the door. I have never seen anyone go in or come out of it. The pub nextdoor is always full of life but this building just stands next to it, eerily quiet.
Everytime I pass I imagine shadowy people inside holding seances and designing UFOs, or plotting something sinster to unleash on the land. Nonsense of course but a terrifying reality in my over active mind where nothing is as it seems. And the complete differences between the pub and the Freemasons helps to enforce the belief that some kind of supernatural machinery is going on behind the doors of the Masons; the tavern filled with beer bellied drinkers and live sports on the big screen, laughter and shouts of joy or frustration bouncing off the walls. While nextdoor the Freemasons buildings sits in perfect silence like it is waiting for something unknown to mortal man.
Way back when I was in school I used to carry a notebook everywhere I went to record daily thoughts and observations. So you see, ive been blogging since before it was popular and where better to carry it onward than to give it a digital page of its own? Welcome to the pages of bar fly Hollywood Francis...
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