In less gloomy news, I'm heartened to see the Marlipins re-opened last week. Sat outside in the evening sun for a couple of cheeky ones, before sloping along to the Indian Cottage for a ruby. Made for a very pleasant evening.
That New Port Arms is shithouse now, I'll be amazed if that place survives. They've proper bollocksed up the patio furniture, dreadful immovable wooden benches and tables which are about as comfortable to sit on as Jacob Rhys-Mogg.