Say a Little Prayer For You

ABC of Troon, R Is for the Railway Bar. 

As was. 

Before it was this, before it was JD's. 

The Railway bar was a "Man's Pub".   

It was black and red, had lino squares in black and red on the floor.  Wooden Bar stools, and a circular bar with rickety wooden bar stools.  There was also a pool room to the very, very rear, but that was not somewhere I ever ventured. 

There was a duke box to the left of the front door where you went in, and  god help you if you played the wrong music. 

One side of the bar was set off, and had faux leather plastic cushioned
seats for the laydees.  

The outside had tiny, rectangular granite tiles on it, and the windows had stained glass pictures of locomotives on them.

The company was always good, and there was always laughter and games on a Sunday night. 

During my time frequenting this bar, I was also seeing two Service chaps.  It was very convenient. Three weeks on, one weekend off. And they came home alternative weekends, leaving me a spare weekend to do with as I wished. All good until one weekend I walked in with someone else,  and one was sitting at one end of the bar and the other was sitting at the other end of the bar.  Therein ended a couple beautiful relationships and introduced me to domestic violence. 

Then JD took the Railway over, and up did it. It became cool and funky - and the place to hang out of an evening before you headed up the hill. 

A long shiny mirrored bar the length of the place - 
black seats, big posh flat screen tvs. and lovely 
posh bar stools. 

And so it was, that it was in JD's, formerly the Railway, and currently Bruce's Well, that I had my first date with himself and many thereafter. 

And here's the weirdest thing,  sitting pondering last night, what to do for "R", Himself suggested a "historical" post referring back to the Railway; despite the fact, that he, himself, had never seen the inside of the Railway.   I must have told him too many good stories about it.