exotic locales
We live next door to the pub, a pub everybody has heard of but no-one has ever been to; or maybe they did once but they don't really remember it. It's a very 'local' pub. We could hardly be more local, in one sense. But of course there is more than one sense. There is a definite feeling that any seat you might sit on in there 'belongs' to someone else. It might be that that person has been dead since 1972, but sitting there will still be severely frowned upon. After all, who knows? They might be back. The cemetery's only just down the road.
It's all a bit of a contrast with my old local the Green Man, which held a beer festival over the weekend. Or a beer and 80's music festival, as it seemed to be: A-Ha's greatest hits were playing as we walked in. Later, we had the pleasure of seeing the landlady, in what might have been Austrian national costume, dancing to Star Trekkin'. It will be a long time, I imagine, before we will be permitted to see the landlady of the pub next door doing anything like that. And thank God for it.
Of course it's quite possible that I hallucinated the whole thing after a couple of pints of 'real' perry.
During this wasteland of time without internet (as we awaited our connection), Mat and Amanda have got engaged, thus forming the composite creature 'Matandamanda', which could be a small African country, or maybe some kind of antelope. It happened in Spain, and we were alerted to the fact by a typically languid text from Mat, which went something like: 'Yeah I asked Amanda to marry me and she said yeah.' You wondered if the question itself had been popped in a similiarly casual fashion, not so much 'popped' as 'exhaled'. But apparently it was a lot more dramatic than that. They were teetering on the edge of a cliff and being menaced by wild boar and giant spiders; or this is the way I heard it. Whether true or not, it seems as good a preparation as any for married life. I wish 'Matandamanda' well, and fervently hope that she avoids the usual pitfalls - becoming a brutal dictatorship, getting eaten by lions, and so forth.
It's all a bit of a contrast with my old local the Green Man, which held a beer festival over the weekend. Or a beer and 80's music festival, as it seemed to be: A-Ha's greatest hits were playing as we walked in. Later, we had the pleasure of seeing the landlady, in what might have been Austrian national costume, dancing to Star Trekkin'. It will be a long time, I imagine, before we will be permitted to see the landlady of the pub next door doing anything like that. And thank God for it.
Of course it's quite possible that I hallucinated the whole thing after a couple of pints of 'real' perry.
During this wasteland of time without internet (as we awaited our connection), Mat and Amanda have got engaged, thus forming the composite creature 'Matandamanda', which could be a small African country, or maybe some kind of antelope. It happened in Spain, and we were alerted to the fact by a typically languid text from Mat, which went something like: 'Yeah I asked Amanda to marry me and she said yeah.' You wondered if the question itself had been popped in a similiarly casual fashion, not so much 'popped' as 'exhaled'. But apparently it was a lot more dramatic than that. They were teetering on the edge of a cliff and being menaced by wild boar and giant spiders; or this is the way I heard it. Whether true or not, it seems as good a preparation as any for married life. I wish 'Matandamanda' well, and fervently hope that she avoids the usual pitfalls - becoming a brutal dictatorship, getting eaten by lions, and so forth.
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