The Security of the Coat Rack ...

You know, the whole time we’ve been in here I’d been meaning to tell you...
pubs, to me, in the early afternoon are where I find myself at the peak of contentment – now, now don’t get me wrong; I mean not to say that I like to drink until I can’t hardly stand, no.....

What I mean is this, well think about it: Say you’re in the middle of town and, well, all the sudden you get one a hell-of-a chill from the cold front that’s been sitting overhead, see? And you start thinking to yourself, ‘Boy I could sure use a place to hole-up in for a little while’ and all that jive see? Anyways, you start down the sidewalk and come across this old place – this old, wonderful place! ....The radiator steaming, the music sweet and low, the folk’s all around talkin’ and carrying on ... and all of ‘em, and I do mean ALL OF THEM, in the same! Predicament! that you’re in!

Their all feeling the cold and their all dealing with the pangs of day-to-day and their all wanting a place to hole-up, same as you and me! See?
Well, rightly-so we find ourselves in here, together, safe. Shut up from the world outside with nothing but our conversations to keep us sane!

Long as the heat’s on and the beer taps don’t run dry my coat will remain on that rack, that rack right there.