Well we are now well into November and I am still here. I still haven’t had a day off but, since I spend all day in the pub, do I really need one? Contrary to popular belief I am still loving being here and seeing my old lady trading from strength to strength and for those who have worked with me, well you know this is a walk in the park.
Trade continues to do well, we are in a very quiet trading period but I am regularly the busiest pub in town and, more importantly, the pub is developing her own following and regular crowd. There is something really special about the old girl and that is reflected in the fact that people always have a good experience here. I threw a guy out the other day and he still stopped to tell me that I should be proud of the pub I run, hell I would drink here if I lived here!
The website has grown some new galleries, although I have yet to get a good picture of the old girl for the home page, so check them out at http://www.ploughandbarleycorn.pub. The pictures don’t do her justice and I am looking at the potential to stream a webcam once I get my internet issues resolved. There are some legal and compliance issues to understand but I think it would be great to allow anybody to view the pub at any time of the day and night, especially tourists.
Deano visited me Saturday and gave me what is the greatest, albeit potentially inadvertent, compliment that I have received to date. After asking “why a pub” at some point in the day, a question which I struggled to answer I might add, Deano hit upon “why Engineering” and that, on reflection, was the money shot. To have a great colleague and friend ask me why I ever did anything other than run a pub is a fantastic reflection of the comfort that people see when I am in my Plough. Be under no illusion guys this is a hell of a gig for a single guy and is certainly the closest that I have ever come to being overwhelmed but that is my stress not yours. When you come in the pub you are not supposed to be able to see the mental and physical pain, the stress bordering on panic and the sheer insanity that rules my mind, if you don’t see it then I am doing ok, on that front at least.
Tonight’s unexpected hit has been a Naga chilli infused vodka which is something akin to alcoholic napalm. Purchased as a talking point it arrived this morning and there is now only a third of a bottle, at most, left on the shelf. Now I know that You will be thinking that I had a crowd of youngsters doing ‘dirty shots’ but that is only because you don’t understand the Plough, that is simply not how we roll. The majority of the vodka has been drunk by Ian after nearly passing out on the first shot. After recovering the first words he spoke were “another one please mate” and despite the need for an occasional lie down he proceeded to drink what is most appropriately named “liquid hell” as a sipping vodka. You see that is the thing with the Plough we are silly but in a grown up way! I am now ordering multiple bottles of what I thought would be a paperweight at best despite the tears and pain that it has caused.
I will leave you with the answers to what are the standard questions:
How do you do it? To be honest its pretty easy.
Why do you do it? If you ever come here then take a look around and think about it, this is my home how cool is that. In short I love it.
How are the injuries? Painful, but they were always going to be. The first word that I utter every morning is “ouch” my left shoulder is crippling for a good hour after I awake but the answer is simply to get up sooner. As I write this my wrists are complaining aggressively but that just demonstrates that they don’t learn since I will simply ignore them.
Do you miss the real world? Of course, I had an amazing job and worked with amazing people
Are you happy? There is a lot to happy but what I can say is hat I love the pub. This little old lady has my heart and I am immensely proud of all that she has achieved. I will continue to give my all to the old girl because she deserves the best chances that I can generate.