Blog: How Marvellous...

I went out for lunch with my old Dad yesterday - I can call him that, at eighty five, I think. He chose the venue ( and paid, for that matter - thanks Dad! ) - a once bustley lunchtime pub right on the old main road, or it was before they built a bypass... not that the road's exactly quiet, even so. A somewhat odd place, over all the near thirty years I've known it - seemingly obsessed for long after the possibility faded away, with using signage to dissuade coaches (buses) full of potential drinkers [...]

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