A significant subject of conversation last night was the price of beer. Kentucky remembers when it was 25p a pint up at the Manor. Now it’s 320p a pint in your English money. ‘It’s gonna be the death of the English pub’, Kentucky says. ‘We’ve always just gone to the pub’, he adds as we sit at home drinking can after bottle after can. ‘In fact I met the Consul in a pub.’ True, true. Last night we neutralized 14 beers, and worked out that it would have cost near enough fifty quid in a pub. Still, old habits die hard so today we’re off to the Bear to test our calculations.