Friday, 8 April 2011

Home Is Where The Heart Is

I went to the Kings Head fairly late last night as – it being a Thursday – the Taps was well on its way to becoming an intolerable scummers’ paradise.
I got there and my brother, Irena and Brodie were sat at the bar having a quiet drink while Lucy and Katy were working (i.e. joining in).
And that was quite nice.
But then Jade and Charlotte came in from wherever they’d been (and obviously that was even nicer) and we all sat at the bar talking about all manner of random things from deep sea diving to children’s names.
And it struck me then, as we sat there, that we were all, apart from Lucy, Taps people. That is, it was still the Taps but merely moved across the road.
(No matter how much Brodie protests it she still is a Taps person, and I would imagine will remain so for quite some time to come. Equally, I’m not sure how Charlotte feels about that either. Because, again, Charlotte will always be, to me and many others, a Taps person who just happens to work in the Kings Head)
And thus it was that I came to the following realisation (listen carefully Irena): if conditions are such that my remaining in the Taps becomes an unbearable hardship (e.g. if it’s full of scummers, there are no stools, the rugby isn’t on in Taps but is in the Kings Head) then I can actually take the Taps over to the Kings Head with me, as long as it remains in my heart and I only speak to Taps people while I’m  there. And that therefore, under those conditions, it’s not a betrayal for me to go to the Kings Head at all because I hadn’t, theoretically speaking, left Taps in the first place.
[High-five my bad self].

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