![]() ![]() Masculinity in Scotland, at least when I grew up, was celebrated for its harshness. I felt sorry for him and his troubles.Ĭome have a virtual chess pub night with me + other Adult Improvers in the Zoom Hangout (next one is on Oct 6th). I was, by that time in my life, unconvinced. He believed that his lifestyle, how much he could drink, how many women he had slept with, how many fights he had been in - those were the things that made him a man. I don’t know if I would say me and The Beer Monster ever became friends.īut we sure did spend a lot of time together over the four years I worked in that bar. And masculinity was a thing to be proud of in the Scottish pub. He felt like being the proud owner of such a hard upbringing made him a man. ![]() He recounted the tale with a sense of pride. The saddest part of this story was that it was not a sad story for him to tell. But there was no sense that this was a dark tale. You would think that when he told me this story, he would have told it with an undertone of sadness, exasperation - maybe a shake of the head. This was what The Beer Monster told me when I was a bartender in my student days. “For every pint I drink, you have to drink a half pint, you need to keep up. That's right - he would have his food “delivered to the pub” and then have the driver deliver both him and his food back home - all to avoid a taxi fare. He’d drink around 20 pints of “Vitamin T” (the nickname for his lager of choice: Tennent's) between the time that he walked through the door at midday and left again with the delivery driver from the Chinese takeaway next to his house. ![]()
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