Most pubs retain a peculiarly English blend of socialising and privacy. Regulars prize maze-like or womb-like pubs,[7] tiny rooms and dark corners; for hearths and fires, no matter what the season; for a sense of history in the layers of paper, clutter and paint. In “trendy” pubs people go to be seen, either for their clothes or the sleek cars they have left in the car park; but pubs, like homes, are not about fashion statements.[8] By the same token[9], the building itself often has no importance. What matters is the atmosphere. “Attempts to modernise a pub always fail.”
This being so, many of the great and good[10] are now striving to save the pubs of Britain. Prince Charles, alongside promoting organic biscuits, is desperately concerned that pubs should survive.[11] The last Labour government briefly appointed a minister for pubs. Somewhere in the back of all their minds is that worrying remark by Hilaire Belloc, a Frenchman: “When you have lost your inns, drown your empty selves, for you will have lost the last of England.”[12]
In a newly saved pub in Brighton the landlord wants writers to come in and use his Wi-Fi all day, young mums to sit and drink his Fair Trade coffee at elevenses,[13] neighbours to leave their keys and get parcels delivered. He hopes quiz nights[14], popular everywhere, will bring people together upstairs on sofas, rather than sitting on sofas at home.
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