Pubs are for people, for bodies, for sound and chatter and a drink hoisted in one hand and an ear cocked for the pair of people in the corner playing instruments.

They’re for the introduction to a musician dressed as informally as you, or to the gentleman standing off to the side who sheepishly takes a nod to come in and sing a couple of songs.

They’re for watching people eat and stare off into space and behave like humans. If you’re lucky, they’re for watching a couple stride over to the center of the room and begin dancing in public.