For me, early retirement happened six and a bit years ago. It lasted just a few months.
Getting involved in a pub was an accident, one of those random things you do after a drink, in the heat of the moment, or in a moment of insanity.
But that pub led to a little cooperative opening a little bar in a sorely neglected part of Gateshead.
It’s hard work and my retirement went out the window (because, if you run a bar, you should be there – in my opinion, that is).
We’re a partnership. We agree mostly, but sometimes we don’t. And somehow it works.
It’s not the best paid job, sometimes it’s not paid at all. But we have a bar. In Gateshead. And it’s the best bar in Gateshead.
And the bestest ever moment, is sitting with a beer, waiting for the next bus after the bar’s closed for the day.

The bestest.


































































