There are moments when an industry reveals its true character, not in its busiest hours, but in its most difficult ones. When the venue I worked for furloughed us a week ahead of the rest of the country, it felt like stepping off a cliff slightly earlier than everyone else. At first, the 80% wage support seemed almost generous, especially on a zero-hours contract. But reality has a way of catching up. Like many in hospitality, I had always said yes to everything: splits, doubles, back-to-backs. Work wasn’t just work; it was momentum. And when that stopped, the financial gap became painfully clear. Because I’d worked two jobs the previous year, my furlough reflected only one. Compared to 2019, the drop was stark. Then, by chance, something shifted. A Lifeline When It Mattered Most I was invited to apply for a hospitality grant. It wasn’t just the financial help, though, that mattered enormously. It was the mental reassurance. The sense that someone, somewhere, understood what thi...
The notebook of a renegade bartender and amateur drinking enthusiast with a passion for real ale, beer festivals, microbrewing, and pubs. Relentless rants on what to drink, while quaffing, scoffing and reviewing from both sides of the bar.