First, clear your calendar. March 3 is a non-negotiable date. Tell your boss you have “a prior engagement with local history.” They won’t buy it, but they’ll respect your dedication to cheap pints.
Second, charge your phone. You’ll need it for the app, for taking photos of the post-box-themed wallpaper, and for sending emergency texts to your mate who’s “just popping in for one” but is now three hours deep in a carvery debate.
Third, arrive early, or arrive late, or just arrive whenever. It’s a Spoons. The vibe is eternally the same: warm, slightly damp, and full of possibility. Just don’t wear your best shoes – the inevitable ketchup spill is a rite of passage.
