Farewell Betty Blue and Thank You

Betty Blue has gone and one week on I’m suffering badly from withdrawal symptoms. No more welcoming smiles and scowls in roughly equal measure from Dunia.
Never again will I hear the little lady cry: “You know where the door is, now fcuk off, you’re barred.”
Never again when some bluffer’s gone ‘All-In’ (usually me), will I see Billy agonising over whether or not to call and lamenting: “I ken I got ye beat but I cannae see ye.”
How I miss those extra special brandy and cokes, the bountiful Dunia smilingly offered, never for one moment caring whether she got paid or not! (That last bit’s a lie!)
Never again after going ‘All In’ will I be the recipient of one of Jude’s withering stares and the endearing words: “I fcuking hate you.”
Never again will Little Paul, when the cards are running sweetly, “take this opportunity to buy everyone a drink” and then promptly lose all his dosh, leaving not even enough to pay his bar tab and incurring the wrath of the landlady.
What a shame the ultra-slick Casino saw fit to bully their staff from playing poker and, for some time, even drinking in Betty’s. Talk about David and Goliath!
That, and most of the regulars succumbing to the lure of the Casino (myself included), sounded the death knell for poor old Betty Blue.
Last night, drunk as a skunk, I banged on Betty Blue’s door, forgetting that the old lady had gone. I swear though, as I staggered away, I heard Dunia’s shrill voice following me saying: “I told you you’re barred…. for ever!”
La Linea is a much duller place without Betty.

Thanks Liam

Very sad to read this blog... not much else to say except for thanks to every1 ....