A Publican must be an Autocrat, an Acrobat, a Doormat. He must be able to entertain Prime Ministers, Pick-Pockets, Pirates, Philanthropists and Police – and be on both sides of the Political Fence – a Footballer, Golfer, Bowler, Tennis Player, Dart Champion and Pigeon Fancier.
He has to settle arguments and fights, he must be a Qualified Boxer, Wrestler, Weightlifter, Sprinter and Peacemaker.
He must always look immaculate when drinking with Bankers, Swankers, Commercial Travellers and Company Representatives even though he has just stopped a beer- throwing contest in the Public Bar.
To be successful he must keep the Bars Full, the House Full, the Tanks Full, the storeroom Full and NOT get himself Full.
He must have Barmen who are Clean, Honest, Quick Workers and Thinkers, Non-Drinkers, Mathmeticians, Technicians, and at all times be on the Boss’s side the Customer’s side and stay on the inside of the Bar.
It is said that the Publican: Home-wrecks, takes Weekly Wage Cheques, in other words Saturates, Confiscates, Deteriorates and Propagates.
To sum up: He must be Outside, Inside, Offside, Glorified, Sanctified, Crucified, Stupefied, Cross-eyed, and if he is not the strong silent type there is SUICIDE.
andy and i swung by the printer’s row book fest in chicago this weekend. we met a husband and wife who have been collecting letterpress for the last 25 years. printer’s row book fest is the only show they do. i love the colors, textures, sizes, numbers, letters . . . .
i arrived home tonight to find that the peas we planted last weekend had already sprouted. it will be quite a while before our little crop is ready for harvest so i decided to pick up a pound from the south bend farmer’s market and satisfy the craving i’ve been carrying around since february.
fresh peas with sweet danish butter
farm fresh egg – fried
ricotta with grassy olive oil, seasalt, and fresh cracked pepper