RBD and I have decided to open a pub here and brainstormed names on the way home from dinner. The formula for naming seems to follow two generic rules. Rule #1: Combine two unlikely animals. So, The Cock and Lion (real, but sounds fake), or the Pig and Prawn (not real, but sounds believable). Points for alliteration. The Stag and Porpoise (also not real), The Camel and Artichoke (real, adding a vegetable even), The Walrus and The Carpenter (also real, and even a trans-species example alla Lewis Carol), the Mad Bishop and Bear (real), and The Slug and Unicorn (not real). Advanced namers might combine two unlike objects that have nothing to do with alcohol, like The Boot and Slipper (real), The Salmon and Ball (real), The Hook and Winker (not real), or The Goat and Tricycle (real).
Rule #2 involves a single noun modified by unlikely adjectives. So The White Horse (real) is a very simple example. The most popular (real) pub name in England, The Red Lion. Over 7,000 exist. Laughing Gravy (also real) is a bit more advanced. Mayor of Scaredey Cat Town (yep, real) is next level. Dirty Dicks (real) … not very creative. The Hole in the Wall (obviously not real … KIDDING … totally real), a bit more creative as it’s a double entrendre. The Dead Dolls House (real) strikes a morbid tone. Job Centre (real) pings a sense of British humor. My favorite, however, is The Last Tuesday Society. Who knows what happened last Tuesday, because I guess we’ve been drinking since then. Also, we’re a society now.
So … what would your pub name be?
In reality pub names are simple because in the early days the uneducated population, most likely illiterate, could easily identify the establishment by the picture on the sign. A red lion depicted on a hanging sign, and you knew you’d arrived at a place where everyone knows your name. Even if nobody there could actually spell it.
Switching gears, in most countries when people drive on the left, they also walk on the left. I feel like New Zealand really had this down. Trails, sidewalks, whatever … no matter what happened we stayed to the left. However, in London it’s just a free-for-all. I never know which side I should pass someone. I end up making snap judgements on their nationality, quering the “database” which side that country drives on, and passing accordingly. London Underground doesn’t help matters — some escalators are to the left, some to the right. Staircases seem to float either way depending on who and how many last used it. It’s all very curious.
















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