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Pub Thoughts #7

Close-up of a pub building, a sign in the middle for The Duke of Northumberland.

Monday, a day off and finally some sunshine, so I spent the day working in the garden, doing some good honest manual labour for once. By late afternoon my body was creaking and it was clear I needed a long, cold drink. I headed for the Duke.

The Duke is a funny old place. You have to ring a buzzer and wait to see if they will let you in. There’s a big screen behind the bar where staff can check whether you’re OK or look like you might start trouble, and then choose to ignore you, speak through the intercom, or buzz you in. I guess this kind of thing could give off a cool speakeasy vibe, of being allowed into a secret den, but in reality it all just feels a bit awkward – furtively waiting outside a pub for their judgement on whether you are a suitable patron or not.

I’ve heard this is related to past trouble, or their licensing conditions, or a combination of the two. I don’t know for sure. But I guess if it means a pub has stayed open I can’t be too critical, even if it does spoil things a little. It’s nice to walk into a pub without fanfare.

So, you press the buzzer, then you hear a second buzz – the judgement has been made and you’re allowed in! However, it is at this point that you realise that the door is really stiff. Or maybe the mechanism hasn’t unlocked yet. One last push and, yes, as you are propelled into the bar it turns out the door just is really stiff after all. It is not the most dignified entrance.

But things pick up. The TV is showing an 80s music channel. “Cuddly Toy” by Roachford has just started playing. I get a warm welcome from the barmaid. It is a pleasantly cluttered place, lots of pictures on the walls, various vases and knick-knacks about, bottles of spirits three-deep behind the bar, but all tastefully done. Somewhere that feels cozy without feeling like you are somebody’s nan’s house. The place was done up a few years ago and with the decor and a really nice green tiled bar it is far, far better than the hovel it used to be. This used to be a pub everyone swerved. Now when I walk by on a Friday night it is packed, generally with an older, fairly affluent crowd, by the looks of things.

I take my drink and then face my next challenge. Where to sit? It’s not that it’s busy, far from it, but every table is adorned with a little reserved label. I mill about a bit. The barmaid realises my predicament and reassures me they are just for Bingo Night later on and I’m free to sit where I like. Crisis averted. But with this and the door shenanigans I feel like a real novice.

The place starts to fill up, slowly. A tradesman with a pint and a paper. A man who sits at the bar, gets out his tablet and controller and starts playing computer games with his pint – certainly not what you see in every pub, but seems as good an activity as any. Some women enter and seem to have brought along some Tarot cards. The gentle hub-bub of regulars begins.

A beer rep decked out in company gear comes in after having similar trouble with the whole buzzer/stiff door set-up. It is good to know I’m not alone. I suspect being a beer rep is not the most fun job. Nobody wants to watch a salesman in a pub. He isn’t too pushy, seems more focused on being helpful, and is soon on his way.

I finish my pint and pop across the road for a Chinese takeaway. I don’t want to get caught up in the rush when the bingo starts. 

Pub Thoughts #3 (Or A Wider Discussion on Criticism, Honesty And All That Kind Of Stuff When It Comes To Writing)

Outside a 1930s style pub there is a massive inflatable Valentine's display. The centrepiece is a huge teddy bear holding a heart that has written on it "Fucking Love You"

Boak and Bailey wrote recently about honesty in writing about pubs and beer. It is for Patreon subscribers only, but it is well worth subscribing to them if you have any interest at all in the subject matter. I won’t quote from it, as it is behind a paywall and that doesn’t seem fair, but I will say it gave me plenty to think about – not just in terms of writing about pubs and beer, but in writing about anything

I think all writing needs to be honest on some kind of fundamental and foundational level. Even fiction. If there isn’t some kind of capital-T Truth to writing then what is the point? It just becomes something empty, an attempt to please or a parlour game or just a means to some other end. Readers can sniff out inauthenticity, and if there is no honesty to the writing then the whole thing falls apart. I think this is one reason why AI writing is so unsatisfying, and basically offensive. There’s no humanity to it. It is just a Magic Guessing Machine giving you an approximation of what it has calculated you want to read. If nobody could be bothered to write it, I can’t be bothered to read it.

I believe that writing, or at least writing worth caring about, is a form of deep communication between writer and reader, a form of humanity in a world that often seems to lack it. Honesty is a key component in making that connection. Truly “bad” writing is when that attempt at connection is absent. Technically bad writing can still survive if there’s kind of humanity lurking underneath. I’d much rather read a failed attempt at Truth than technically perfect heartless prose.

However, when it comes to any form of criticism (be it of pubs and beer or music, books, theatre, sport) I think it gets a little more complex. Behind the pub or album or book is a human being, or several human beings, who were more likely than not trying their best. Where is the humanity in making them feel bad for their efforts? But then where is the honesty in only saying nice things?

I suppose this an ethical dilemma for anyone undertaking criticism, from the broadsheet book reviewer through to the person leaving a bad Google review about a restaurant. Is it fair to potentially put someone’s livelihood at risk, just because you didn’t like what they did? Should you demoralise someone and put them off their efforts just because they weren’t to your taste?

There is the risk of the writer just conducting an “Owl review”. I can’t find the original article on this, but it is the act of essentially criticising something for not doing what you want it to do, even if that wasn’t the intention of the originator. So, for example, criticising a book for not having enough owls when that was not something the author was setting out to do, just because you like owls. There’s definitely plenty of this in pub writing – most pub writers have a good idea of their Ideal and when a place doesn’t meet that Ideal it is easy to criticise it, even if the place is attempting to do something quite different.

It is fundamentally more difficult to write a negative review than a positive one. Enthusiasm is a great impetus to writing. Revenge might provide a similar thrust, but generally leads to less worthwhile results. If something is quote-unquote “bad” it needs a whole lot more context than explaining why something is quote-unquote “good”. Outside of reviewing just plain obviously terrible stuff or conducting a hatchet job, a reviewer needs to set out why something didn’t succeed, to be constructive, to illustrate their own viewpoint or if they can’t do that at least be entertaining rather than just dismissive.

This feels even more complicated with pubs. Often a review is only really seeing a snapshot of a place, how it happened to be at one moment in time. I know plenty of pubs that feel incredibly different depending on the time of day or day of the week, depending on who is working there that day and who is drinking there. I don’t think you can give a proper, full assessment of a pub unless you have got a feel for the ebb and flow of the place. Maybe you just caught it on a good day, or a bad one.

I suppose I have come a few conclusions on this. First, criticism is more valid (or if I’m being truly honest, perhaps just far easier) when you are punching up rather than punching down. Taking down a major writer or a popular band or a major pub company feels more constructive than taking down a self-published author, an obscure artist on Bandcamp or a local independent pub. 

Second, any writer who is even considering these issues, who sees this as a dilemma rather than something to dismiss, is probably on the right track. We won’t always get it right, sometimes we should be negative and that might affect others, but at least in considering the consequences of our actions we will be attempting some kind of accountability and, well…honesty. 

Finally, writing (especially criticism) is almost always just as much about the writer as the subject matter. In explaining what we like and dislike, and in how we go about that, we reveal just as much about ourselves at what we are praising, critiquing or condemning.

The world behind them

Tide is out at Normans Bay

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A few weeks back we went on a camping holiday, down to the coast. My holiday reading was W.G. Sebald’s The Rings of Saturn. Both had quite an effect on me. Read the rest of this entry »

Taking Requests

Florida lounge band

Hello everyone. I thought it might be fun to ask for some requests. What would you like me to write about? You can just offer a word, or a title for a post, or supply a detailed break-down of what you would like me to write. Or you could suggest a video or image or song as a starting point. Read the rest of this entry »

Making up our lives – gardening, writing and “My Roots” by Monty Don

Crocosmia

Recently I’ve heard a fair few people talk about that old curse May You Live In Interesting Times. And Interesting may be one of the more polite adjectives I might think of when thinking of 2016. And when you live in interesting times there is a great temptation to escape. In the past I might have escaped via the bottle, or a YouTube rabbit hole of nostalgic clips, or some daft game on a mobile phone. And I’m not sure any of those are entirely bad, at least in moderation. But in 2016 I have escaped by gardening. Except I don’t think it is just escape. I think it is more than that. Perhaps I should just let someone else say this more eloquently. Read the rest of this entry »

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