This is my regular ‘Season’s
Greetings’ motto to people in December. In the non-Christmas months, I alter it
to ‘Hoppy Beer Day’ for birthdays. It’s interesting that we don’t compliment
the season to each other when it’s not Christmas. Try saying it at the next
Jubilee celebration. But when a pub changes ownership, that sacred transfer
needs celebrating too. It’s the end of the old traditions and the unknown new
rites begin. Will the new gaffers stick with the old ones? Or will a new regime
of management rain their reign down upon us with their own set of rules? This particular
place was closing down and the old management team had a great idea to raise as
much cash for charity that they could on their last day of trade. Unfortunately,
it just happened to involve then people who were there on the night. Still, at
least one of us was lucky enough to win a bottle of plonk.
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