On the thorny issue of sofas in pubs

Some of you may know I do quite a bit of open Mic poetry these days: this is now my traditional 1st poem in a new place, so here goes....

I'm instinctively distrustful
Of any kind of inn
That, whatever the occasion,
Offers sofas, within

Which you are encouraged
To laze and loll about;
Yes, I'm sure they're very comfy -
But that ain't what a pub's about....

If you want to sprawl on sofas
I suggest you drink at home instead;
Sofas discourage dogmatic discourse
On- for instance - the merits of a head

On a pint of hand-pulled porter
Or a golden I.P.A-
Sofas smother conversation,
Not the proper drinker's way.

A new start....

Evening everyone,

So, after what seems like thousands of years, I'm doing the blog again...

I am going to (try to) update this regularly, but I am old & bewildered, so you may have to give me a boot to remind me...

This will be predominantly a books & poetry blog, with both my own writing (poetry & short stories) mixed in with some book reviews.

As I'm currently in self-imposed exile for the greater good of the realm (due to Coronavirus), there may well be quite a few posts coming your way....

Enjoy them, they may hopefully distract you briefly from the insanity that is 2020....