It might have been a particularly quiet Monday night but, at 8 o'clock in the evening, the landlady (who was, otherwise, quite charming) was on the point of closing up. Our cheery demeanour, though, persuaded her to come up with beer. Pedigree and Bass were on offer and went down well and an interesting discussion ensued over the wrongdoings of Jimmy Savile and Lance Armstrong, who had more in common than you might think. After one pint, we took the hint and moved on.
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