Steve writes:
>But let's just remember how difficult it was to get a drink
>of any sort in those days when to get to a pub that was actually
>open and serving alcohol required planning on a military scale.
Quite. I remember going to Bury St Edmunds and finding that
the local licensing laws forced pubs to close at 2 p.m. on
a Saturday. I found this out at 2:15 when I tried to go in...
And something similar up the Lee and Stort. We went into a
pub and got a drink. We wanted another and the landlady
regretfully refused us at 2:10 on a Saturday afternoon as
the worthy burghers had decided that another pint of the
Furneaux Pelham nectar would cause indescribable mayhem.
And yes, I remember taking Watneys Party Sevens (shudder)
to parties. The Good Old Days weren't all good.
Dave
NB Wineboxes
