We went out for lunch today and found ourselves in the midst of something called “The Old Farm Derby”
I don’t follow football, so the fact that the clubs from Ipswich and Norwich were playing each other in an apparently important match had escaped me completely until we walked into a pub that was showing the match live on their big screen.
We asked for a table for two, and then spent twenty-five minutes having to explain to various punters why we weren’t wearing football shirts or drinking strong lager. When we informed them we actually used to live just north of Norwich and only moved south of the border last year they seemed to get very unsettled, as if the very air in the pub was being polluted by people who may or may not carry some kind of infection. I thought the comment “We don’t support anyone, we’re not interested in football at all” might explain things, but actually it just seemed to confuse them. In the end, we asked to be moved into the conservatory area and then we were able to have a very pleasant time indeed, thank you.
The real ale was excellent, the food was a joy, and there wasn’t one mention of anything to do with weddings.
Marvellous.
RC 9-5-15
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