
A few words about Trolls First, I want to tell you a true story. Some years ago I did a bit of evening bar-work in a friendly little Liverpool pub with a good mix of students, locals and a number of regulars. One quiet Tuesday evening, I was on my own behind the bar when a very smartly dressed little old man walked in. He ordered half a bitter and a whisky chaser and asked me, in clipped South African tones “What sort of pub is this?” Not entirely sure what he meant, I replied that it was just an ordinary northern pub. He laughed to himself and shook his head. Minutes later, one of our regulars, a young man of West Indian heritage came in and I noticed the old guy eyeing him suspiciously. “ YOU boy! Where are you from?” he demanded. “I’m from Liverpool” came the reply “No! I mean where do you COME from? Where were you born?” “I was born at Walton Hospital in Liverpool!” The old man was again laughing to himself. I exchanged ‘a look’ with the regular as he ...