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There is a Pub (The Kings Head in Crouch End)


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.

There is 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´.

There is 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.

There is 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.

There are 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 there is us- the pub staff-  who you really come to see. Our latest Christmas hit is " Simply having.. an average.. Christmas Time" (... something you will find us singing as we stand over the table stirring the kettle with more orange juice and wine).

There are the jokes with the kitchen going up and down the lift, there are the jokes about how Santa (as in the song; ´Santa Claus is coming tonight´) knows where you live.

There is 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 we are getting close to closing and for team spirit hum 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.

There is 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.

There is the pub where your colleagues ask you if you will be okey- walking home at night. There is the pub where you are forgetting that you are working- because the time just flies by.

There is a pub with a secret inner yard (about 2 square feet) painted with Lord of The rings quotes and murals of elves and hobbits. There are a couple of young adults (us) sitting on that sofa at 3 am- looking over the empty street and cracking the codes of life.

There is that pub with Bill Murray on the wall, where a table of games and old books is set for whoever finds themselves bored.

There is a pub with The King of Spades as its symbol, it is there among all the adverts for local hobbies & events..
.. baby-yoga mama group is in our pub.. it will be on again.. I bet.

There is the pub upon the hill or straight down from the one above, depending the direction you are coming from.

There is 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).

It has 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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