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01\/02\/2021<\/p>\n

I had been trying to keep getting outside, to do a little exercise. I had to keep painting. I had to keep on going. Nobody was finding lockdown easy, but I hadn\u2019t realised how much I relied upon the social aspect of drinking. I missed the pub.<\/p>\n

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I had been on the shore at the far end of the promenade, just before you reach Heysham village. The weather wasn\u2019t great, but it was dry, and so I mustered the energy to do a couple of quick paintings.<\/p>\n

A man I didn\u2019t know, but knew from pubs, was hovering by the railings. He recognised me from pubs, but he didn\u2019t know me. He asked if I was painting, Well, duh. We talked about drinking. We were both missing pubs. Properly accessed pubs. Not sanitised drinking shops. Not places for the tee-total, middle-aged, masculine to prance. Not doggy day-fucking-care. Pubs with beer, noise, and heat.<\/p>\n

He wants to know what I was doing now. Nothing, why? A mate of his was having a quiet get together. A few mates, a few beers. Why not come along? Okay.<\/p>\n

It was just a back room that opened out to a secluded backyard. Tall swaying bamboo keeping the neighbours out, the tides coming in.<\/p>\n

Now, the beer was okay, some supermarket IPA. However, the talk was about an old electricity sub-station at the back of the cliffs, which was going to be turned into a Micropub. At least before lockdown. There used to be a fair ground and other amusements on the cliffs, and the building had provided power for the attractions. They had long gone, and the sub-station was decommissioned just before the new estate had been built, but it was cheaper to build a new one than renovate the old workings. Now it was going to have a new life.<\/p>\n

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Apparently \u2018Dave\u2019 had the keys, and was having a do on Saturday afternoon. The forecast was terrible. It would be quiet up there. There was a cask available, but bring some bottles and we\u2019ll have a share.<\/p>\n

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Keep it quiet, though.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8070","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-covid-drinking-dens"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcprill.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8070","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcprill.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcprill.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcprill.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcprill.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8070"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/marcprill.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8070\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcprill.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8070"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcprill.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8070"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcprill.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8070"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}