Sunday used to be one of our nights for drifting down to the pub to see our friends the 2 T’s; things change and now we don’t always visit on a Sunday. However, tonight, after husband’s rehearsal with the shanty band in the Captain’s Cabin, drift down we did.
As we approached, we saw Buster the ancient dog who had gone missing for over a fortnight before thankfully being returned to his master, heading for home in the safe arms of said master. We entered a virtually empty pub – for some reason the usual Sunday crowd wasn’t in. We saw a couple of folk down at what might loosely be called the public bar, and so we drifted down. Young Niamh was behind the bar and served us two fine pints of Otter and we joined another T, Terry, and a chap we have often seen but never been in conversation with in the end bar.
So there were the four of us, plus Naimh, down at the end and on the TV was American football. Now I know nothing about it, except my cousin’s son plays. I remember a friend of my dad’s a rather eminent scientist spent some time in the States and was taken to see this mystifying game by a colleague.. It made little sense to him, he couldn’t see how it worked, and then he realised it was a series of patterns – and although he didn’t fully understand it. he began to appreciate it. On his return to England, he couldn’t communicate to dad and his other colleagues quite what had intrigued him about it, only that he had watched it almost entranced. So we stood with our pints of Otter, watching this game that we had no understanding of, totally mystified. It turns out that young Naimh, who is a fine cricketer, understood the principals of it, and she was able to explain it enough for us to follow after a fashion, what was happening.
The game finished, I have no idea who won, nor now remember really how the game works, but it was certainly interesting! The TV was turned off and we began to chat to the chap who we had seen often enough but never had a conversation with. As usual with pub talk, we rabbited on about all sorts of things, the American football we had just watched, dyslexia, reading to our children, the emptiness of the pub, work, not working, all sorts of things. That’s what pubs are like – you have all sorts of conversations with people you’ve never met before!
There is no ‘b’ in Niamh. Well, not in my backyard anyway. We used to have one of course but he has transitioned to a Rhuriadh.
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Thank you – I don’t know how often I make that same silly mistake!!! I will correct it straight away – it’s like the blind spot I have with’weird’ which I always misspell and have now set autocorrect to change it!