As Johnson said, a man who is bored of Norfolk has every right to be.
But I press on with Curry Charles, to a pub on the edge of dashing Dereham recently acquired by “the community”.
Here’s the legal paperwork…
Like micros, I’m rarely as impressed by community pubs as CAMRA. They often seem to be an investment by wealthy villagers looking for a return when their absence from the pub means it really has no future. Or villagers who want a nice restaurant rather than a nasty boozer.
But I can’t say that about the Ploughshare in Beeston, getting good and varied use on a Thursday evening.
A group of ladies drinking coffee and knitting, some old boys wandering around with pints, two blokes dithering over their beer choice when we were always going for the local Worth the Wait.
“You alright boys ?” asked the cheesiest of the old boys, looking for news of a murder in Great Fransham or UFO sighting in Swanton Morley.
We took the table by the rabbit, resisting the call of the living room designed explicitly to annoy old Codgers,
and silently admired the breadth of custom at a time most pubs would be shut.
“Living Next Door To Alice” came on, the clean one, and we thought it wouldn’t be TOO bad to live next door to the Ploughshare.
Though the lack of a Chinese takeaway would be a dealbreaker, I sense.