Our pub is in one, both summer and winter. It can be a lot of fun, but not when you are assailed by so many pop and film questions that you get roundly stuffed, as we were last night. We did have some absentees, but for us, pop music is the kiss of death. We aren't that hot on films or television either come to think of it. Still, for the publican, it's all good - a guaranteed captive audience on an otherwise quiet Tuesday night.
Of course, every cloud has a silver lining; the Lees Brewer's Dark was on great form, the meat and potato pie excellent and the company good. Pubs provide a social focus that is hard to beat. I can't imagine the quiz league would be much fun if held in someone's house over a few cans and bottles.
By way of illustrating the eclectic nature of pub conversations, I overheard a bar discussion about bats. The landlady hadn't seen any bats and doubted that there are any. Well I've seen plenty up there. So have some of the locals. That point was being hammered home as I left. I hope it doesn't affect the landlady's peace of mind.
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