The same word for a harbour and for the enclosure in a courtroom, and nobody is quite sure why
The Dock holds a 4.9 from twenty-three reviews, which is not a rating – and we will refuse it, and then we will talk about the word.
The refusal
Twenty-three people. And the proof is unanswerable.
The Bootlegger, Covent Garden: a perfect 5.0 from twenty-two people.
The Bootlegger, City of London: a 4.3 from five hundred and twenty-six.
Same chain. Same concept. Same fit-out. Same bar.
The 5.0 was not better. It had less evidence.
The number is not a report card. It is a measure of how much has happened to you.
And the word does two jobs
Which is genuinely odd, and the etymologists are not entirely comfortable about it.
A dock is where a ship is berthed – and it is a Germanic word, probably related to a hollow or a channel dug out.
And a dock is the enclosure in a courtroom where the accused stands.
Which comes from somewhere else entirely
Probably.
Because the courtroom sense is likely from a Flemish word – a cage, or a pen, or a hutch – and it appears in English criminal slang around the sixteenth century.
The honest position, which this survey has learned to take: they are probably unrelated, and nobody is certain, and anybody who tells you confidently is guessing.
And the third dock is a plant
Which is the one that grows next to nettles.
And the folk wisdom is that you rub a dock leaf on a nettle sting and it helps.
And the honest answer is that it very probably does not, chemically – the alkaline-sap explanation is not supported – and that what is actually happening is a cool damp leaf, rubbed on skin, plus the powerful effect of being told it will work.
Which is not nothing. It is genuinely not nothing.
But it is not the dock.
Which is the finding
Eight postcodes and twelve hundred and twenty articles.
A thing exists. Nobody wrote down why. And a beautiful explanation is supplied, later, by somebody who could not bear the gap.
Verdict
Twenty-three reviews. Not a rating.
Go now, before the arithmetic starts.
And a dry dock is the good one
Which we should end on, because it is a superb piece of engineering.
You float the ship in. You shut the gate. And then you pump the water out.
And the ship settles onto blocks, and the sea is on the other side of the wall, and you can walk underneath a thing that weighs ten thousand tonnes and look at its bottom.
Which is the only way to work on a hull, and it has been for five hundred years, and the first one in England was built by Henry VII at Portsmouth.
It is still there.
And the word dock for a ship and the word dock for the accused have almost certainly never met – and they sit side by side in this bar’s name, doing entirely different jobs, and nobody has ever noticed.
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