Well, I haven’t stopped going to the pub. Let’s just rule out that horrific possibility right at the start.
But for quite a while now, writing weekly posts here has been like running along on top of a spinning beach ball. When I went to Greece for a week last month, I finally toppled off. I did discover a beach bar run by the most charming couple imaginable, mind you. So if you’re ever on the island of Zante, and anywhere near the town of Tsilivi, go to Freddy’s. And have the cake.
I haven’t quite figured out how to get back on that ball yet. Everything’s so busy. Most of the ‘A Week in Pubs’ posts over the past year have been written at some time after 1am, when the day’s work in the office is done, the evening of leftover freelancing is half-done, the dinner is cooked, the little ‘un put to bed, and some conversation snatched with my long-suffering missus.
On top of all that, of course, I do actually spend time going to the pub as well.
So while I absolutely intend to continue with this Get to the pub.com, I haven’t yet decided quite how. While I think about it, you might want to subscribe to the blog if you don’t already, either through your RSS gizmo or by clicking the thing on the right to receive email notifications. That way, when I start posting again, you’ll be sure to find out.
And if you’ve got any ideas for how I can keep pub blogging without the day lengthening to 28 hours, please do post a comment and tell me.
Thanks for bearing with me. Get a round in and I’ll see you at the bar.