How many of you have had a beer or dinner in a pub this weekend? How many of you have drunk some more beer and thought that this could be a career? Well here I can help you, here I can offer real and valid advice. As good as that pub seemed you don’t want to do it, really you don’t.
I am a very well respected engineer, I make things bigger than you dream about. I am very good at what I do and, justifiably, proud of that. My job is just that though it is what I do to get paid it is not, and will never be, my calling. That is my pub, that is where I am happy, comfortable and well, just gav. I love the old, the young, the easy and the difficult. Only I can look upon the tired faces of good friends with jealousy only I can see no life as an aspiration.
One of the nicest things that has happened to me for a long time was a silly and seemingly inconsequential conversation. I spoke to Andrew about the idiots that all want to run a pub with me and we laughed because the maths puts them off. The truth is that nobody in their right mind would run a pub, well “apart from us”. The trade really is that addictive to a few of us, many operate a pub and fail or lose interest but for some of us it is all that we want.
I simply love the trade, it can be tough, it can be lonely but it can also be the happiest trade on earth. To host a good wake, a birthday or an anniversary that brings friends together is a real treat. Some of us choose hard paths, clearly I do, we are not wrong just different. I look forward to the sign of the ship over the bar (Thank you Andrew) and the knowledge that one village pub bit me more than most could see.