The man walks into the pub and there is clearly a dinosaur behind the bar.
Stunned, all he can mumble is 'Beer, please.'
'LAGER OR BITTER,' roars the dinosaur, which he thinks is a Baryonyx, given the crocodilian snout and it's nativeness to Britain.
'B- bitter,' the man stammers.
'JOHN SMITHS ALRIGHT?' booms the dinosaur.
'Yes,' he says meekly.
'FIVE' the dinosaur bellows, as it pulls the pint.
'Five quid?' says the man, frowning, his fear dissipating to be replaced with irritation.
'FIVE FINGERS' growls the dinosaur, licking it's teeth.
The man gulps, fear restored.
'ONLY JOKE. FOUR THIRTY FIVE PLEASE.'
The man nods. 'Thanks mate.'
Paddy Dobson
21st October 2022