Spoke to the great Lord Canning last week and his Saturday afternoon drinking was disrupted by a couple of "bandits" rutting in the toilets of the Lord Nelson the other week. Anyone who comes between Lord Canning and his cider has no place in my Britain!
If the Cardinal had sung Bright Eyes, they would have de-camped pronto to another pub.
For what it's worth, the train journey back to London that evening involved a fight and was more intimidating than when West Ham were last playing the Albion.
