Aaah, The Garrick. Now there's a pub with a history and I don't mean the fact that the pub was named after the Shakespearean actor David Garrick after he organized the Shakespeare Jubilee in 1760.I'm talking about my history. I'm talking about the 70's/80's when the place was my second home. In those days surviving a Garrick Lock-in was the equivalent of earning your manhood in some obscure African village by killing a lion. In this case your balls dropped (if you'll excuse the expression) the moment you walked out of the ancient front door to face the daylight or your wife. The Garrick was where I earned my spurs, why, like so many others I even worked there, serving behind the bar, cleaning up the sick, being shouted at and insulted by Nic and polishing the wonderful conical copper chimney that was the centerpiece of the back bar.Those were the days, when drink was a proper price and no-one ever mentioned the Gym. Anyway, what I really wanted to say was thank you Nic (Eborrall) Landlord Extraordinaire, for turning a small innocent boy into what he is now...(I'll leave you to fill in the blanks).
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