The Feeling Is Gone
Our pub, The Haymaker, closed down six months ago; nothing unusual, of course—many pubs in
And then something happened which I had never dare think about–I heard on the grape vine that the pub had re-opened! Only this time it was called The Druids. At first this came as a hammer to the head: The Druids! What’s that? I thought. What happened to our old faithful Haymaker!
But then I got over it. And I began to spend a lot of time thinking about how good it would be! I decided that this was better than nothing; and I was being a drama queen, that was the other thing. Just because our pub had a new name didn’t mean it wasn’t our old faithful–It could still be the best pub our small village had ever seen.
Yes!
And then I went there; walking through the door I thought it was the same pub, that my memories could run free in this place–but alas the juke-box was gone and so was the beer mat on the bar that Terry, the landlord, refused to get rid of, even though it had succumbed to a serious fire and was nothing more than a mass of mangled red and black plastic!
That was when the final kick in the teeth came: new tables. Gone were the tables of old; the dodgy, rubbish ones that wobbled like crazy whenever you leaned on them. Now we had new tables made of pine. Tables that could only have come from IKEA (seriously, the only thing that was missing was the (Luxury designer bedding). Tables that looked like movie props from some vintage movie about how
But thankfully the beer was the same. I don’t think i’d have been able to handle it if that hadn’t have been the case!