George Orwell once wrote an essay in which he mused on the perfect public house. For several hundred words, he extolled the virtues of beer served in china mugs, the perfect pub garden and delicious bar snacks, served any time of the day. He even named this idyll in case the reader might wish to pop by, for a pint of beer in warm and convivial company: “The Moon Under Water.”
There was only one minor flaw: sadly, the pub in question didn’t actually exist, a point that Orwell kept from us right until the end. Orwell wrote this article in 1946 and time has moved on inexorably. “What”, I thought, “would make the perfect pub in the 21st century?”
As you approach the “The Old Major”, over the hill, in the glowering late winter dusk, the first thing you see is the warm, welcoming glow of the lights, both inside and out. You can see that the curtains are pulled tight, and you can just make out the pub sign.
Like “The Moon Under Water” drunks never seem to find their way there and there are never any fights, even on a Saturday night. Its clientele is not large and consists mostly of “regulars” who tend to occupy the same seat every evening and go there for conversation and companionship as much as for the beer.
There is a television on the wall, but it is never on. Some pubs leave the television on, irrespective of what is showing, and you can end up watching the teletext result of the 4:40 at Chepstow for an entire evening. Or else an episode of Coronation Street will be on, sound muted. Not in “The Old Major”. The television is always present, but never on.
In “The Old Major” you can always find a spot where it is quiet enough to talk, and yet there is a juke-box which is chock full of brilliant music. There are unending credits on this juke-box, and yet no one takes the Mickey – people only put on the tracks that they want to listen to, and no one ever complains that the music is on too loud, or decries the actual selection of tunes.
There are snacks behind the bar, and the landlord is always willing to let you sample the newest addition, for free, just “to try them”. He invites you to tell him what you think of the snacks, and he keeps a nice selection of sandwiches, pies and nuts.
You might find, of a Saturday afternoon that the pub is quiet, with no other customers apart from you. The landlord will be happy for you to sit and read your paper whilst he nips upstairs for ten minutes, leaving you to serve yourself if necessary.
You will never have to queue for a drink in “The Old Major”, as the landlord (who is a very personable fellow,) always seems to know when you are ready for another drink. He never pre-empts you, however, and never presumes to know what you are drinking. He’s there merely to facilitate you in your quest for a happy and pleasant evening. Because of this, you will never be a party to empty chit-chat from a barmaid who neither knows you well, nor cares about you. You will never be asked “kids alright?” when she doesn’t know your kids, or asked if you’ve “had a good day at work”. You want your drink, and that’ll do, thanks.
Ah, your drink. The landlord at “The Old Major” keeps the best pint of Guinness in the North. There are two lagers available, Becks and Kronenbourg. Soft drinks are plentiful too. All served in a clean, branded glass: no matter what Orwell says, in 2012 no one wants their beer in a china mug. There is a competition-standard dart board that you can always get on, an unending supply of chalk and damp cloths, and categorically no pool table. A quiz is held every Thursday night, and you’ll need to get in relatively early to guarantee a table, such is its popularity. Bingo is never played in “The Old Major”.
One of the loveliest things about “The Old Major” is its garden. You will step out of the back door and find yourself in a large, well-kept garden with flowers and small trees, under which there are tables with comfortable chairs around them. No dogs are ever allowed in the garden. On warm evenings, as you sit under the trees enjoying a drink, you can contemplate just how lucky you are to be in England in the summer, with your friends, in the perfect pub, “The Old Major.”