pub 26 May 2009
I got to pretend to work in a bar for one of my jobs today (won’t tell you which as you might think you know plot stuff PLUS I haven’t actually come clean about something I’m doing and can’t till the publicity department let me, so…bet I have yeer attention now!) ANYhow it’s a bit of a dream come true because from an early age pubs have played a part in my life. My late, great Dad, Padraig, used to bring us with him on a Saturday when he’d have a few pints – daytime I stress, and though that probably looks a bit illegal now in those long ago days there were no rules about kids in pubs. Besides, on a Saturday we were either so young we were content to make our own fun (it only took one bottle of fizzy orange and a packet of cheese n onion crisps to fuel us) or later he’d give me money to go buy a book in the main Galway bookshop – O’Gorman’s as it was then – and that meant me getting stuck into enid blyton or a nancy drew mystery = total bliss for the young P Mac. The lads, Ian and Philip, usually opted for comics – Victor, Warlord, etc – and of course I’d read those later too.
From then on, I have enjoyed pubs but (crucially) have never worked in one in ‘real life’. Today’s didn’t smell of drink (or smoke, as in olden times) nor of farts and general human extras – it’s a set, though a fabulously detailed one. I also avoided clearing up puke and having to muck out the loos. In the meantime I said some great lines to other characters and pulled pints and tackled optics.I LIKED being the bar gal. I probably won’t have to do it in the Actual World…unless the recession gets really bad – and if it does I’ll have some top references should that eventuality come to pass. RESULT!
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