THE WITCHWOOD BECOMES REAL

THE WITCHWOOD BECOMES REAL

We decided that we would stay open during the revamp. The work began, I don't really recall how I did pick the workers but some how a guy by the name of Dave the beard got the work. 
I do remember they had become quite a regular around the time we were going through buying the pub, and I have no doubts that Dave the beard had overheard my plans of renovation.
Anyway, I will say that once the work had started it was clear that Dave the beard was in the building game, but was one of those who had never actually served his time. He was jack-of-all-trades master of none. 
I am really being a little unfair to him, for he did finish making a decent job.
I do think that my old friend Leon who was always on Dave's back regarding the work standard, had something to do with Dave's finish,. 
I suppose that by the time, the job was finished, Dave the beard and myself had grown to like each other, it did become quite a friendly banter between us. 

During the make over I was busy talking to our regular customers. 
One such customer was Peter Taylor. Peter had been in bands in the 1960s, once a member of Billy J Kramer line- ups, 
Peter had been running jam night at the pub on Wednesdays before we had come in as relief, unfortunately it had died a death when the last landlord left.
In the 1960s, the pub was known as the Globe and famous for its music with local bands playing at the Globe.
Licensee at that time Bob Farrington had a Sunday jam going. One set of musicians came from Scotland called the Corvettes who instead of going to Liverpool to make fame, finished stopping and played at the pub for a number of years. Even one of his waiters would get up and sing pulling in the customers. 

Not letting a golden chance pass me by, grabbing the opportunity to recreate the Globe, are you be able to form the old jam band I asked Peter.
Well there is one or two of the old Corvettes who are still around, but I doubt if we could find them, or that they would play most have long since retired. 
I jumped in saying I will get hold of the press, to do write up on new owners to recreate the Globe Sunday Jam. Anyone who was part of the old Globe Sunday Jam, in particular the Singing waiter and members of the Corvettes.

Well it was not instant, Peter who was keen, was a little wary. It may take some time, and whilst I'm keen we need to form a band and get a set to play. It's all well and good calling it a jam band, but you have got to have enough songs to cover a set. 
Ok but let us work on it I really would like to recreate the Sunday Jam I said.
 
The refurbishment complete and to my surprise it hadn't cost as much as we had expected. But then again Dave the beard was working on a day-to-day basis.
I was able to keep a tight hold on costs. 

 A little flush with the extra money from the breweries, I had always wanted to own Jaguar car. Early in our marriage an ex schoolmate had picked us up in a Jaguar and to this day the luxury of the ride will always stick in my mind, 
I promised myself that one day I would own a Jaguar. With the surplus cash, I went out and bought myself one, a second hand one of course, but it was a great status symbol. 

The pub was a lot more inviting, this was evident in customers who seemed to be increasing daily, we certainly had made an impact on the area.