Pub quiz… and talking about stuff…

We went to the pub quiz tonight and sat in the usual place… we go in to the entrance nearest to our house and straight into the bar area. There is another bar which runs along what might be called the front of the pub, and at the other end, adjacent to “our” area is where the darts board is, the juke box is, where  a different gang of people go.

I suppose we go into this bit because it is where my Dad used to go and where most of our friends congregate, but it’s the sort of pub where I am quite happy and comfortable anywhere, it’s our pub; no matter who the landlords are, and however lovely they are (which they always are) it’s our pub.

It’s the pub quiz on Tuesdays and we were a team of two, no matter! We sat first of all next to some people who came from the north of England as as we had live there for a very long time, we had a nice banter with them. Then a couple of people moved and we moved along a little to sit near our friends who have a full team. Just occasionally we swap answers, in a friendly manner, although we are always competitive!

The badminton team who play in the Victory Hall came and sat beside us, and we had a bit of a chat while the quiz went on; they left and some other people arrived and I got into conversation with one of the blokes. Now this is the nice thing about pubs: I was grammar school educated, people might probably think I was ‘posh’, despite my political leanings I am probably middle class. I got into conversation with the guy sitting next to me who had left school at fifteen, become a builder, was on his second marriage, and we had a great conversation and a lot of laughs… how else – where else could this happen? Only in a pub!