Reflecting on the big news this week that pubs are allowed to stay open longer for the football, I found myself thinking about how much has changed in terms of exactly what pubs meant to so many people during my childhood and exactly what they mean now.
It’s the late 1980s and I’m sitting outside Woolworths on Ramsgate High Street watching a man dressed as a chicken taking on Morris, the lovable town drunk, in a fight over a Kazoo.
