I seem to recall reading that, towards the end of his life, President Lyndon B Johnson grew fond of attending funerals. These were not necessarily funerals of people he had known nor were they the funerals of the great and the good in society. Many a lowly Texan family would be somewhat surprised to discover the Ex-President and his entourage gathered around a small family graveside. What, you may quite legitimately ask, has this got to do with pubs? Nothing other than the fact that I find myself drawn to dead and dying pubs and somehow compelled to take pictures of them. Here is a selection from the last few weeks.
At the rate they're going you are going to be very busy. I hope you are providing Uncle Frank like detail and cataloguing them for furture refence.
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ReplyDeleteI can think of nothing more noble than attending a wake for a pub. If enough people did that, the pub might actually be waked from the dead.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice thought - a kind of alcoholic resurrection.
DeleteI guess they're disappearing like our corner stores. Seven Eleven killed all the corner stores
ReplyDeleteAnd supermarkets selling cheap booze for home consumption are killing the local pubs.
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ReplyDeleteA dying pub is a sad phenomenon to contemplate!
ReplyDeleteIt seems extraordinary that a pub called 'Jacob's Well' could ever dry up. My sincere condolences.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, Martin. And it really should have been an "award winning pub" and it was situated right next to the National Media Museum. What is the world coming to?
DeleteI have an acquaintance who enjoys going to funerals...weird. What will happen to the buildings when the pubs die?
ReplyDeleteSome are being turned into flats, Diane. Some are demolished. Some are just left to crumble into archaeology.
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