A couple weeks ago, I put together a funny tweet:
When I write my paper on the demise of neighbourhood pubs and title it "The Foucault & The Firkin", then will you smile for me?—
(@kylemackie) May 15, 2012
And tonight, I’m considering a trip to my “local”, The Woolwich Arrow Pub, known to the locals simply as “The Wooly”. It may not be an official prerequisite, but I’d suggest that it makes a pub more local if it has a nickname or a at least a friendly-ism attached to it. You can spot a new-comer or a visitor by the words they use to describe a place. A true “local” leaves space for the visitors to make it their own and for patrons to become part of it.
“Inherent in the local is the concept of place – a portion of land/town/cityscape seen from the inside, the resonance of a specific location that is known and familiar. Most often place applies to our own ‘local’ – entwined with personal memory, known or unknown histories, marks made in the land that provoke and evoke. Place is latitudinal and longitudinal within the map of a person’s life. It is temporal and spatial, personal and political. A layered location replete with human histories and memories, place has width as well as depth. It is about connections, what surrounds it, what forms it, what happened there, what will happen there.” — Lucy Lippard, The Lure of the Local
Unlike so many place-less Firkin-esque pubs, the Wooly is part of the community.