UPDATE 1901: Just back from The Great Northern (it's a pub) and suddenly the world seems brighter.
Firstly, I've thought of a new headline for this post: "Three Shites and You're Out." Are you having that one?
And, in the same vein, number two (sometimes I impress myself). A funny little incident just occurred which I wanted to relay. The Great Northern is not great. In fact it's really rather poor, but my dad liked the barmaid who didn't take herself too seriously.
"Will you throw us out, please?" asked my dad about 15 minutes ago after three plus hours of drinking.
"No!" she replied with some force. "We're glad to have customers!"
I'm at one with the world again.