Pub Collections
Playing
darts in different leagues means that I visit quite large numbers of pubs round
the area where I live and many of them display various types of collections on
their walls and shelves. Beer mats are a common theme as can be seen at the
Green Man in Milwich. For many years the Bankhouse in Hixon used to pin up
foreign bank notes that its customers brought back from their holiday trips
around the world. One pub that I played at many years ago, (The Fox &
Hounds, Great Haywood,) had a collection of hundreds of match boxes stuck to the
walls. Toby jugs are sometimes seen as well, but the pub I played in last week,
the Seven Stars at Sandon, has a large collection, amounting to several dozen,
clocks in its restaurant. Most of them are fairly small and some have pendulums and
weights. There is I think, also the odd Cuckoo clock and Station clock, some are
genuine old time pieces and some are modern repro’s. It is quite an impressive
display and when I first saw it the Landlord told me that he had bought nearly
all of them at car boots for only a few pounds each. Most of them had needed
some minor repairs that he had done himself.
During
the match I told one of my fellow players about the pubs clocks and said I had a
mild interest in clocks. I told him that I had a “Ball Bearing clock” in my
office at home and also quite an impressive modern repro’ “Grand Father
Clock.” The only problem with the clock, I told him, “Is that it is dislexic.
It can’t count. Very rarely does it strike the correct number of chimes on the
hour. Visitors will sometimes come in the middle of the afternoon and on the
hour the clock chimes. As some people are liable to do, they count the dongs and
when it strikes about 7 times they exclaim, “It can’t be that time already,
it was only 3 O’Clock when I came out.”
My
Aunt stayed with us once in the Summer and as old people often do, woke up just
after dawn and counted the “Dongs,” which can clearly be heard all over the
house when it is quiet. After about 9 chimes, she panicked and got out of bed to
put the light on and see her watch thinking she was late getting up. It was of
course 5 O’Clock, so sensibly she went back to bed, but we heard about it the
next morning.
After
finishing my tale to my fellow player about the “Grandfather Clock,” in my
office, I continued, “Yes my clock is dislexic, it can’t count, I think
it’s got a screw loose, but what else would you expect from a clock that
belongs to me?” My friend covered his face with his hands and then after
regaining his composure he turned to watch the darts.