I only used to go to the pub once every two or three months, to meet up with my old university friends, so it’s danged strange how much I’ve missed not being able to go so far this year. However, by the end of next week, that should change in the southern quarters of the UK at least (in Spain and France the bars have been open for a couple of weeks, now – with &^%-all chance of getting there, sadly).
And the date of our taverns re-opening in England? The flipping 4th of July!
So, the 4th of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice: We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! Our pubs are open again. This is our Gin Dependence Day!
To be fair, I’ll probably give the first few weeks a miss, as it’s likely to be punch-up and COVID central for a while. But maybe one day, during 9-5 working hours, I’ll sneak into one, and pray some contemptible sot of a rascal won’t steal the cork to my lunch.
There has to be a few non-taxable perks of self-employed author status, surely?