Middle aged angst

Middle aged angst

Being a publican means being a full time carer for everyone who works for you, who comes into your pub and consequently there’s little time for yourself so I’m not sure why it has taken so long? A lack of awareness is probably the answer, but for something so fundamentally human it seems bizarre that self understanding has such a decrepit stigma.

It’s the 21st century and it’s only in the last 5 years or so that issues surrounding mental health have become prominent enough for me personally to feel strong enough to make a contribution, even a few weeks after the Mental Health Awareness Week. You see, anxiety is not an easy fellow to live with.

What price loyalty?

What price loyalty?

It’s never easy when you know in your heart that it’s time to call time on a relationship. When it all starts off mutually exciting and there’s an air of anticipation; then the annoying habits and irritations begin to surface that make you question your compatibility; then you realise that actually you’ve drifted apart and only one of you is benefiting from the juncture; it’s time to call it a day and move on.

I’ve said it a few times before that our business is organic and that relationships are forged, developed and forgotten all in the blink of an eye. We’ve reached a decision about one of our relationships and it’s with some regret that we say goodbye to CAMRA.

We can see clearly now...

We can see clearly now...

Something that comes with advancing years; the need for glasses and perpetually mislaying them!

Essential pieces of kit when you think about it because without them everything is a bit blurred and difficult to see properly. It's another tenuous analogy (sorry) but it has made us realise that having someone outside of the daily running of the business, handing back the virtual glasses and saying have a look at it this way is invaluable.

Do it. Then do it again.

Do it. Then do it again.

Have you ever experienced that feeling (and I'm sure you will have a sense of connection here anyway) of standing at the edge of the door when you're just about to jump out of a plane (I've not actually done that) but the anticipation of leaping into the unknown with the fear of having very little control over what is about to happen...you know; free falling!

Do it. Then do it again.