Sorry for the delayed response, I wasn't aware you had asked!I’m askingyour brother gave you a Pub?
Not sure whether the story is all that interesting!
Back in the seventies, my brother and I, young twenty-somethings without a care in the world, shared our parents’ house while they were away on a project in the Sudan. Our life was one of girls, pubs, beer. We would drive, every night, to some place, and home again after a bellyful of beer. You did that in those days.
One day, on my birthday, my brother drove me the ten or so miles to a lovely pub that had been converted from old farm buildings, claiming this ‘new’ pub to be my birthday present. I was not impressed as we had passed at least three pubs on the way.
The welcome from the young landlord and locals was good, the open fire was warm, the beer excellent. We went there every night, playing Spoof, Liar Dice, and on a very competitive Backgammon ladder. For years.
I met my wife there, the Landlord became a close personal friend, taught me country sports. We spent a lot of time together over scores of years.
My bro and I addressed each other as ‘Chunnel’, which was a bastardisation of our surname; that was too much for a pub environment, and it was shortened to ‘Chuns’.
We all spent a lot of time in Ireland, forming deep and long friendships there. Being Irish, there is another story about even that nickname and how one guy thought Choon, which was itself a bastardisation of Chuns, was in fact ‘June’ and was delighted that he could order this hulking bloke about using a girls name.
Another story.
