My local pub, "The Banner Cross Hotel" closed for refurbishment today. In a month's time a new pub will emerge like a butterfly from the chrysalis of history. I hope that it is not too flash for it is in my nature to be drawn to derelict or run down places and "The Banner" certainly has been run down for a good long while. Doses of t.l.c. and financial investment are admittedly long overdue.
Anyway, I was standing in the men's lavatory on Friday night when new landlord Dave also walked in to stare at the tiled wall. It was Niagara versus Hardraw Force and it seemed the perfect moment to pop the question I had been forming in my mind for a couple of weeks. "Dave, I've been wanting to ask this for a while..."
No folks, it's not what you think. I asked him about the pub tables in the tap room and whether or not I could buy one off him for fifty quid. Finishing his fireman duties and zipping up, Dave paused for a moment and then said, "Aye. Bring your car up tomorrow dinner and I'll sort you out."
Whoopee! I had been wanting a cast iron pub table in good condition for ages. It's to go out on the top part of our decking. But I wanted an original Victorian "Britannia" design table. It had to be that.
Saturday came and I duly pulled up outside the pub with fifty pounds in my pocket. Now I am the proud owner of a cast iron pub table and even better - it has come from my local - somewhere I have spent many an hour and many a pound.
It's not going outside right away. First of all I am going to strip the wooden surface of the table top, sand it down and apply a good weathershield finish. Let's say it's my late Christmas present to myself and I am most delighted with it. Some guys like designer clothing, fast cars, cocaine or super hi-fi equipment but my boat is well and truly floated by an old pub table. Do you think I'm weird?
|Karl - our Indian elephant standing on the table.|