Looking back at my life, I must say that there have not been all that many times when I have been happier than when I was sitting in a pub. It isn’t easy to analyse the attraction: it’s not necessarily the drink – I’m quite happy to let a single pint share my evening with me – nor is it the convivial company – pubs don’t make it easy for someone who is profoundly deaf to keep up with conversations. I probably need to give it more thought – and where better to do so than in a fine old pub. Here’s one I haven’t been in for forty years or more.
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