Being Northern Irish I refuse to recognise the term “ale house”, however I was a passionate supporter of the pub. I would not be a “big drinker” but I was consistent. I would have been in the pub on Thursday night, as a player you called in at 9 o’clock to see the team sheets. You didn’t want to assume you were on the first team but you would have been extremely disappointed if you weren’t. After my playing days passed I moved into management and you met up with the other managers to select the teams. As you were no longer a player you could have a few beers. Saturday was the pub day, you were in there early doors to ensure everyone had turned up and to ensure everyone got away if you weren’t at home, no beers at this stage as you were showing solidarity with the players. After the game it was back to the pub and a few beers. If you were at home usually the other team would call in and the craic would be might. If you were away you called into their pub and again the craic would be mighty. There were a few sides that didn’t hold with the “falling down water” so no pub for them but let us not judge. After the game the pub it would be home for a shower and pick up the better half and out for the night.
I might have had the odd Sunday out if the son-in-law called in.
I recently moved back to my home town, I thought it would be great to be back in my old stomping grounds and in the pubs of my youth. Unfortunately it hasn’t worked out like that, I tend to see more of my old mates in Asda than I do in the pub. COVID 19 has finished me and pubs. I have had more meals in licensed premises over the last two years than I have pints. I now find my image of going to the pub, the thought of a creamy pint of Guinness and the craic with a few mates I haven’t seen for a while is so much better than the reality.
Before Christmas a guy at work who had a few miles on the clock was lamenting our glory days, he was reminiscing about how parties and outings used to be so much better than they are now. I think I burst his bubble when I explained it wasn’t that things were better it was that we were better.
I might have had the odd Sunday out if the son-in-law called in.
I recently moved back to my home town, I thought it would be great to be back in my old stomping grounds and in the pubs of my youth. Unfortunately it hasn’t worked out like that, I tend to see more of my old mates in Asda than I do in the pub. COVID 19 has finished me and pubs. I have had more meals in licensed premises over the last two years than I have pints. I now find my image of going to the pub, the thought of a creamy pint of Guinness and the craic with a few mates I haven’t seen for a while is so much better than the reality.
Before Christmas a guy at work who had a few miles on the clock was lamenting our glory days, he was reminiscing about how parties and outings used to be so much better than they are now. I think I burst his bubble when I explained it wasn’t that things were better it was that we were better.
