There is a pub filled with locals, their usual drinks and dogs. There is a pub where nostalgic tunes are played by a 70- something DJ, and where all the Sunday celebrating drinkers sing along.
Theres this Pub with faithful hippies and punk rockers, Paul McCartney Look alike just made it for a quick stopper.
There is a pub where Caribbean seniors chat about the snow over a glass of mulled wine, where the regular asks us to top up the pint of Doom Bar so that his wife gets it ´just right´.
Theres a guy who always has Peroni (s) and reminds of Mr Mackey, and the occasional kids running in a circle trying to find paper for the things there about to paint.
Theres a live band karaoke that fills the pub every month, and all the people on their Stag Dos and Christmas gatherings that lift the roof with cheerful shouts.
Theres the pensioners coming in for sodawater and lime. There are the comedians who perform in the shows (and we rarely have time to meet), and then theres us- the pub staff- who you really come to see. Our latest christmas hit is " Simply having.. an average.. Christmas Time" (... something you`ll find us singing as we stand over the table stirring the kettle with more orange juice and wine).
Theres the jokes with the kitchen going up and down the lift, theres the jokes about how Santa (as in the song; ´Santa Claus is coming tonight´) knows where you live.
Theres the grim humor and pre-planned pranks, but also hugs from all directions and countless counselling sessions, good manors and giving each-other a hand.
There are the times were getting close to closing and for team spirit humm on well-known tunes in queue - with a random word thrown in between.. it gives you energy for those 2 am finishes
- just like gasoline.
Theres the Australian boss that posts a Christmas sketch on Whatsapp and decorates the pub with a zombie head on Halloween, just for that extra factor, hoping that someone will get a scare, obviously.
Theres the pub where your colleagues ask you if you'll be okey- walking home at night. Theres the pub where you're forgetting that youre working- because the time just flyes by.
Theres a pub with a secret inner yard (about 2 square feet) painted with Lord of The rings quotes and murals of elves and hobbits. Theres a couple of young adults sitting on that sofa at 3 am- looking over the empty street and cracking the codes of life.
Theres that pub with Bill Murray on the wall, where a table of games and old books is set for whoever finds themselves bored.
Theres a pub with The King of Spades as its symbol, its there among all the adverts for local hobbies & events..
.. baby-yoga mama group is in our pub.. it will be on again.. I bet.
Theres the pub upon the hill or straight down from the one above, depending the direction your coming from.
Theres this pub in the middle of a North London village- (are there villages in London- yes there are, many- But this is the best one by far).
Its become my second home, this pub I will find it hard to leave from the day I go.
Hopefully not just yet, because For now.... here is where I belong.
Theres this Pub with faithful hippies and punk rockers, Paul McCartney Look alike just made it for a quick stopper.
There is a pub where Caribbean seniors chat about the snow over a glass of mulled wine, where the regular asks us to top up the pint of Doom Bar so that his wife gets it ´just right´.
Theres a guy who always has Peroni (s) and reminds of Mr Mackey, and the occasional kids running in a circle trying to find paper for the things there about to paint.
Theres a live band karaoke that fills the pub every month, and all the people on their Stag Dos and Christmas gatherings that lift the roof with cheerful shouts.
Theres the pensioners coming in for sodawater and lime. There are the comedians who perform in the shows (and we rarely have time to meet), and then theres us- the pub staff- who you really come to see. Our latest christmas hit is " Simply having.. an average.. Christmas Time" (... something you`ll find us singing as we stand over the table stirring the kettle with more orange juice and wine).
Theres the jokes with the kitchen going up and down the lift, theres the jokes about how Santa (as in the song; ´Santa Claus is coming tonight´) knows where you live.
Theres the grim humor and pre-planned pranks, but also hugs from all directions and countless counselling sessions, good manors and giving each-other a hand.
There are the times were getting close to closing and for team spirit humm on well-known tunes in queue - with a random word thrown in between.. it gives you energy for those 2 am finishes
- just like gasoline.
Theres the Australian boss that posts a Christmas sketch on Whatsapp and decorates the pub with a zombie head on Halloween, just for that extra factor, hoping that someone will get a scare, obviously.
Theres the pub where your colleagues ask you if you'll be okey- walking home at night. Theres the pub where you're forgetting that youre working- because the time just flyes by.
Theres a pub with a secret inner yard (about 2 square feet) painted with Lord of The rings quotes and murals of elves and hobbits. Theres a couple of young adults sitting on that sofa at 3 am- looking over the empty street and cracking the codes of life.
Theres that pub with Bill Murray on the wall, where a table of games and old books is set for whoever finds themselves bored.
Theres a pub with The King of Spades as its symbol, its there among all the adverts for local hobbies & events..
.. baby-yoga mama group is in our pub.. it will be on again.. I bet.
Theres the pub upon the hill or straight down from the one above, depending the direction your coming from.
Theres this pub in the middle of a North London village- (are there villages in London- yes there are, many- But this is the best one by far).
Its become my second home, this pub I will find it hard to leave from the day I go.
Hopefully not just yet, because For now.... here is where I belong.
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