Driven out of his local by soaring prices, Adam Edwards has set up his own perfect boozer
Before the pandemic, I was a regular at the pub. Once or twice a week I, and my elderly mates Boot, Masonand Riley would gather at our Cotswolds local and gas away over a couple of bottles of wine. And then Covid arrived. So we moved our pub to Zoom. At first, connecting our respective homes via the internet was a technical nightmare. Boot’s erratic volume control and the crunch of his pork scratchings made many a conversation inaudible. Riley’s lip-synching delay was blamed on his erratic connection, while Mason couldn’t get his iPhone to stay upright despite experimenting with Blu Tack. However, once the techie troubles were sorted, we would link up digitally at six every evening, open our respective bottles of wine and gossip in the virtual tavern we christened the Lockdown Arms. After the pandemic, it was decided to continue as we had done pre-lurgy. But rather...
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