A couple of events happened last weekend to make me realise that I had settled down a lot more in the city. Sadly, for my reputation anyway, they both involve alcohol.
On Friday night, I found a pub. A proper one, without pretension, without secret American-only codes, but with drinks, seats not high-chairs, nuts with shells strewn over the floor, big dogs dripping drool and collapsing where they fell, and old propping up the bar locals. I felt instantly comfortable there. They poured drinks like they had no mixers, charged reasonable prices and I could have stayed all night. It doesn't sound like a lot but after all this time, it was a breakthrough. It was only a 1.8 mile walk too, so nice and handy. Although the walk home did help with some of the over-generous gin servings.
Then, on Sunday I found another pub and we went there for lunch. It was pouring with rain and we were soaked to the skin when we got there, but the sight of three soggy, hungry, sleep deprived, bedraggled souls (Noreen was still with us for the weekend) didn't seem to phase them at all. We all ate fish and chips washed down with chocolate porter and it was just wonderful. We almost looked like people who had friends and did this sort of thing all the time. I know, this has just turned into crazy talk.
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Finding some places where you are happy to hang out is a vital and wonderful step forward in a new place. Good luck to you on that front, and I hope that in one of your future trips you will have the opportunity to meet some like minded souls who also frequent the place because they like the atmosphere!
and why, i ask, amm i suddenly 'noreen'? hmmm?
The jig is up it seems
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