I SEE from last week’s edition of the Herald that two
There can be only one motivation for the licensee of these merry premises – making money. And I have nothing against that.
However, there are other factors to be considered, and it would be only the greediest of men that would not consider them.
In the case of one pub it is at the gate of a secure village, occupied most of the year by retired folk of reasonable intent, and in the season by their children and grand children, presumably of similar intent, and such has been the case for half a century. What these good people would make of a casino on their doorstep is one thing; what the casino would make of their lives is altogether another.
Casinos, by their nature, attract a colourful crowd. There are the habitual gamblers, who can afford the money and have nothing better to do; there are the drinkers, who probably can’t afford the money but the drinking and gaming takes their mind off that; and then there are the shadowy figures, the lurkers, to whom many of the first two categories fall prey. At least that is my theory and I am sticking to it.
Among these are the beggars, the thieves and the ladies in short, tight skirts, which soon become shorter and tighter.
Now to envisage the car park and its little green sward dotted, if not swarming, given the walking proximity of Nzimakwe, with those whose presence is clearly undesirable, is not such a pleasant prospect.
Of course, none of these things may come to pass, but the insensitivity involved has already the makings of a disaster. The very idea is not a good one.
The pub of which I speak is there for the convenience of those who own it, namely the shareholders of the company that in turn owns the village. It is a service, not a gold mine. Wouldn’t you have thought that common sense and courtesy would have suggested a by-your-leave?
The pub will probably never make much money, but then that was not the intention. Some things in life do not have a price attached, for the simple reason that they are not for sale.
On another tack I see there is an election coming up. This has been clearly demonstrated by the council, which, clearly tired of filling up pot holes every five minutes, has begun the rebuilding of the roads in
A bouquet (hogwart will do) for the council and a bonus (they are very fashionable) for the chaps actually doing the heavy lifting. Those of us who have the privilege of living in this pretty village are very grateful – if maybe a tad cynical. Our population swells from about 400 to 4000 during the season and so there will be a lot of happy campers and holiday home owners around this season.
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