Wyn´s Bar - a dubious past

Now I´m not sure who Wyn is but she must be quite long in the tooth now as Wyn´s Bar in La Capellania, Benalmadena-Pueblo has been going since the 1980´s, when it was Ronnie Knight´s local. Ronnie was often seen at the pub with his other gangster mates, as he lived closeby. When I first came to Spain in the late 80´s La Capellania was the only complex around this area, and the bar was surrounded by open countryside with just the odd villa dotted around. Now it is a sprawling resort with apartments, towhouses and villas on its doorstep. I last went to Wyn´s a couple of months ago after giving my friend´s son a lift to Benalmadena to deliver a TV (a long and quite boring story) . I suggested we stopped off for a beer on the way home and he was delighted to learn about the history of the bar before we entered - obviously hoping in his 18 year old mind that we might be held up at gunpoint or at the very least get to sit next to Ronnie Knight himself. So we ventured in and the only way I can describe it was ´like walking into a saloon bar´. Every wannabe hard man (who resembled wannabe soft men) seemed to be assembled at the bar and as we walked in looking like tourists in our flowery shirts and shorts (not that we always dress alike it was just a coincidence). Glasses in hand, one by one they turned to stare - like extras from Reservoir Dogs -and I felt like I was in a true life gangster flick. Just as we were about to put our hands up, the owner´s dog bolted into the bar and leapt all over poor Johno, who was by this stage a trembling wreck. We ordered a couple of beers and could still feel the steely gazes of the assembled mob upon us. What made matters worse was that nobody spoke and there was no background music so if you dare to say anything, everyone would be listening. Perhaps the menacing atmosphere dated back to the times when undercover reporters were chasing after Ronnie Knight? I do remember a particularly juicy edition of the Cook Report when Roger Cook chased one of the Costa crims out of Wyn´s Bar many years ago. Suffice to say, we drank our beers at break neck speed, and just managed to control a fit of the giggles (caused by nerves) before hot footing it back home!