There’s an impassioned piece by Simon Heffer in today’s Sunday Telegraph entitled The soul of England lives in the public house. While I agree with the general sentiment, I can’t help feeling that Simon Heffer is someone who romanticises pubs as part of Olde England but doesn’t actually spend very much time drinking in them.
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2 comments:
If course he doesn't spend time in pubs, he's a successful man. He is paid to write sentimental tosh for the torygraph, and does it well, even romanticising sitting outside one as a kid with a bag of crisps.
I agree: it is unconvincing sentimental tosh. And what does the crass phrase "the era before compulsory child molestation" mean exactly?
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