It didn’t happen often but occasionally at 15 he let me serve a couple of drinks and then my teacher Neville Roper walked. He just looked at me
“Thomo”
“Sir”
“No, it’s Neville here … you didn’t see me. I’m not here”
The delight on John’s face when he recounts that memory is great. It was clearly quite the moment such that it sticks so clearly in John’s mind and it certainly didn’t deter him from the pub. In face it most likely reinforced that sense of community in this place he loved.