A few people have asked me what a Pundy House really is. Well, here's the story...
When I started blogging a year ago I had really no idea how the system worked nor what I was trying to do with it. In some trepidation I signed up for Blogger and immediately found myself being whisked along by its wizardry as I set up the blog. One of my first problems was to find a title.
I had a few ideas in mind - The Write Stuff, that sort of thing. Smart, punning titles. But when I Googled my ideas they had all been taken. I began to panic. Fortunately, at that point I recalled a conversation I had had the day before with an old school friend who I'd become re-acquainted with through Friends ReUnited. We had benn reminiscing about how we had worked as students for a couple of summers in a brewery in Edinburgh. The brewery was located at the bottom of the Royal Mile, near the Palace of Hollyrood. In fact, it was on the site where the new Scottish Parliament now, expensively, stands.
My friend reminded me that one of the supposed perks of working in the brewery was that after your shift was ended you could go along to the Pundy House (an old bothy or shed) where you were served free beer in milk bottles. The beer, for whatever reason, wasn't fit for sale and was called Pundy. The Pundy House was full of old guys who had seen everything and generally had a pretty jaundiced view of the world and were quick to tell you about it.
So, more by accident than design, I guess the name fits my blog perfectly.
Oh, as an historical footnote, I'm pretty sure that the standard of debate in the old Pundy House was rather superior to what we get now in the building that's replaced it.