Bemused and Mumbling

This text can be ready in several ways: as subjective and not very accurate description of the pubs along the famous ‘Mumbles mile’; or the gurgle of a drowning ‘poet’; or would be horror/war novel where the reader has to make up the missing parts; or an ‘existential narrative’ by a conceited individuals; or a form of black comedy; or an attempt to use ‘creative writing’ instead of stream of consciousness; or a standard net trying to capture the gestalt of a certain stage in the life of a man; or any which way you like as I enjoyed writing it and can but hope you like reading it?