- from Jack: A Life of CS Lewis
Incoherant Ramblings from a First-Time Father of an Extraordinary Daughter, along with Musings on Life, Food, Books, Entertainment, Running and Poetry all with a Lousy Dawg
Friday, June 26, 2009
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The route would be determined by the need to arrive between 12:30 and 1:30 at a pub that we both liked. Fortunately we had much the same taste, a taste that I am sure Arthur Greeves also shared. The pub had to be small, simple, old, and preferably in the black-and-white style. It must serve what would now be called "real ale," that is, bitter beer drawn from wooden casks, not ale pasteurized and stored under pressure in metal drums as is now common in England. Jack and his brother would not drink this latter kind, and both disliked bottled, and even more, canned beer. The interior of the pub could not be "tarted up"; the furniture had to be traditional with wooden tops to the tables, preferably polished with wax. If it were at all cold, a coal or wood fire burned in the grate. If there was music, such as a switched-on radio, Jack would want to leave. Fortunately television, jukeboxes, and fruit machines were menaces not to be found in the country pubs of those days. With our pints of beer we ate our sandwiches. then Jack smoked a cigarette and often had a second pint of beer.
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