Hurrah! I'm not sure what the opposite of schadenfreude is, if there even is a literary opposite, but I am feeling it.
Last night
my beloved local pub was named Small City's Pub of The Year at a glitzy awards ceremony. Double hurrah!
Some of the mutant regulars texted me in the early hours to tell me of the triumph - they had all gone, monkey-suited, to the thrash to support the landlord, but I had been too well to attend.
The gaffer is a fantastic little chap - a smidgen too Northern Irish, possibly, and with some challenging views on Loyalism, but a lovely bloke who deserves a few breaks (no paramilitary knee-capping pun intended).
So, here's to you, Gavin, and all the hard work you've put in to give the likes of Pither sanctuary from the 21st Century. Cheers!
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