I don’t think I’ve ever written a column that has touched so many nerves – suggesting that, just perhaps, noisy children and pubs don’t mix. But this column for The Telegraph seemed to resonate with many – both positively and negatively.
If you can’t be bothered to read the full feature, just skip to the 300+ comments – they’re just as entertaining!
Now that the good weather’s finally arrived, I’m finding it increasingly hard to tell the difference between pubs and playgrounds – both are overrun with armies of marauding children.
But while it would be culturally (and legally) unacceptable for me, a 31-year-old man, and my friends, to sit and drink a few beers on a park bench as three-year-olds weave in between the swings, slides and seesaws, for some reason it’s become totally normal to let children take over our pubs.
For me, nothing quite tastes like home than a pint of tepid British beer, supped beside the frenzied hum of a fruit machine, while the tangy scent of Scampi Fries and urinal bricks lingers in the air.
You can read the full column here.
July 23, 2019