Blimey, must be about 35 years since I last heard Titbread Wankard.

I think I first heard it from an oaring friend who drank in the Auriol Rowing Club (Leander's poor neighbour in Hammersmith). Maurice the barsteward used to sell us housemates a keg of the foul stuff complete with plastic tankard-fronted dispenser & pipes, for our parties in Norf Landon.

However we kept the Fullers ESB in the garage so the cognoscenti could get the real stuff. No doubt the odd Mudcatter found their way in there - I know people used to trek from as far as Croydon, and we hosted a Detroitian, a Louisville Kentuckian, and a Guyanan at various times.