Last year, I made the decision to take on a failing pub in my...

Two reasons.
Some financial independence, so I can speak a bit more freely.
And because I knew if this historic pub closed, it would likely be sold and used as either a growhouse or HMO for migrants. This was my childhood hometown, and I knew that doing this would be like letting a cancer invade.
So I put my money where my mouth is and invested nearly every penny I own to restore it back to a reimagined Victorian English pub complete with wingback armchairs and leather couches.
Three local lads, myself and two others, worked day and night for seven weeks to pull a near derelict old building back from the brink.
The response from the local community has been overwhelming. People in tears of gratitude that we saved the pub. I've been open three weeks, and the public has really taken to it. I took the extra step of employing an Anglo-South African security company to keep everyone safe and made it open to everyone as long as they behave.
But more importantly, I'm making a stand. I'll fly the colours. I'll have my 4 ft portrait of Nelson and my 4 ft map of the Empire. I'll feature the great and the good of not only the local area but my nation. I did it for all the reasons they tell you not to.
Kith, Kin, Country and Crown.
2026 is the year the English will rise.
If any of you are up North, pop in. First ones on me.
Special thanks to @VinnieSull1van wouldn't have known where to start without you.
And also to @Sargon_of_Akkad, your plea about Swindon lit a fire in my belly. We have to walk the talk.
God bless you all. 🙏🫡🏴🇬🇧

