I love the picture of the dypso collapsed over his pint!

I've told the story before, but it bears re-telling. When the M40 was first opened, there were Emergency Services erected near Oxford. At the roundabout, an entrepreneurial publican had put a sign up, announcing "Emergency Pub" with an arrow pointing the way to his inn!

Skipjack (who is precisely half-way through the Lententide experience of drying out)