Pub Crawl

Hi. It’s Tarot again. I’m still in the UK looking for Claude. Clyde the pigeon and I have been to every pub in London. There were a few that Clyde had to wait outside of and others that they couldn’t have cared less. One place the folks were so drunk, that they thought Clyde was some kind of grey parrot! Good thing he actually likes crackers. They gave him a ton! Maybe that should be tonne? Any way, no luck at those, sadly. Now if I were looking for just any British bloke, I’d be successful. But I’m not. I’m looking for the one and only Claude.

I’ve tried ordering more than just soda’s in the pubs too. No dice. 🙁 It also doesn’t help that the local blokes keep trying to buy me drinks. While I’m sure they mean well enough, the only British bloke I’m interested in is Claude. And I really mean that. I’m also worried about what might happen if I can’t find him soon and not just because I miss him either. I can’t quite “see” what the trouble is, even with my gift, but I just know it’s not a good thing. Even after I’ve had a few, the feeling doesn’t go away, which is odd because usually I’m totally relaxed when I’m waste- I mean had a couple, maybe a few too many. On the plus side I’ve learned to like the local flavours. With the lack of luck in London, I thought maybe I ought to travel a bit more. I also haven’t been over here before and I am enjoying it. Other than the not finding Claude part. Which I’m not enjoying at all and don’t enjoy on either side of the Pond.

Clyde and I have gone as far north as Manchester and even tried a few pubs in nearby Salford. Nice place but no luck finding the invisible man. I’m tempted to hit Blackpool tomorrow. Something tells me that place is kinda important but I’m not sure why. I don’t recall Claude mentioning it, though. I think it came to me in a dream. I also know I heard it mentioned somewhere but I can’t seem to recall where just now. Plus I’m curious about it too. I wonder how many beers… I mean pubs they have there.

I know that given his gift, I could be looking right at Claude and not see him. I have to wonder though, I know he can hold his liquor incredibly well (he’d have to given his fondness for it) , but how drunk would Claude have to be before he went visible? Could he be totally wasted and still be cloaked? On the plus side, at least I have Clyde for company. I just wish the local blokes would stop trying to pick me up. I’m seriously considering moving over here, so Claude, if you’re reading this and want to stay, that won’t be a problem with me. Bring on the shepherds pie! Bring on the tea! Bring on the pubs! Cherrio!