Would you believe it’s been loads of weeks since i last went to my local on a friday night. The toilet upstairs flooded, the pub downstairs followed shortly after. Theres a substitute pub a 15 minute walk down the steep hill which is exactly the issue coming back after a few jars. It’s an issue I have avoided for the most part in the last 8 weeks or however long it’s been. But I think The pub quizmaster is moving down to Devon next week and that means I won’t have ben able so say goodbye, which is sad, but I really don’t like the alternative pub. This is the sort of problem that I am able to stomach, but don ‘t like to, so I’m going to enjoy being in Devon with my best friend for the weekend and eat myself to death with an over dose of cheese, theres no set menu here, we’re totally a la carte.