Here are some for those not yet attempted.

I think Richard is right, what we should be doing is searching for a song that was already written about all the Rochester High Street pubs, by person or persons unknown, probably some time ago.

Come to think of it, I did actually find the following verses in this old unsigned manuscript stuffed into a gap between the stones in the wall of Rochester castle ...

Beer comes up to Expectations
Drinking off our week's frustrations
'Til we start to lose our stations
Spinning round in wild gyrations

When we're at the old George Vaults
Whether landsmen or old salts
We disdain the single malts
Drinking beer that has no faults

Found the door was just too narrow
As I tried to leave Ye Arrow
Bloated like a giant marrow
Legless in a wheel barrow

Was it something that I said
Drinking in the old King's Head?
Made it home but wasn't fed,
Now I'm exiled from the bed

Drinkers' noses like a beagle
Sniff the beer down at the Eagle
Some so young they're scarcely legal
But the welcome there is regal

This next pub might need Two Brewers
For the scrum of thirsty queuers
In the end it all goes through us
Back into Rochester's sewers

Anonymous

Great session last night at the Greyhound, Maidstone, and to catch up with Melodeonboy before leaving. I hope Growler's lurgy realises soon it has bitten off more than it can chew. Imagine trying to make his voice husky!

Chris