So, the old “ ‘Myrtle is struggling.’“. Well I remember the days we could sink a few pints of Magnet out by the cricket pitch on a hot sunny afternoon and drink ourselves happy. Actually it was the old **** behind the bar that drove us outside. War memorabilia behind the bar and a ‘I fought for the likes of you’ look in his eye. Glad to see that thirty years on they’ve got a human being for a landlord. There’s progress.