A couple standing by the pub door gave him a dirty look.

When he got to the other side of the road, he saw about five or six people standing outside the pub doors.

A pub door that now lacked a No tramps sign.

From the wide open pub doors, heat and liquor-smells flow into the street.

Sounds of laughter and music came from the open pub doors.

"That I'll do," he said, then lifted a hand when the pub door opened again.

Now, with the eyes of all other men, he could see only the faint line of light from beneath the pub door.

I left the pub door swinging behind me as I made my way to the corner of the main road.

The pub door was opened, and light and noise spilled out into the street.

The pub door opened once more: a blast of sound, as if the pub's volume control had just been turned up high.