On the 18th December I went to the pub, not for beer, Oh no, but to see the Mummers play. OK, so I had a pint or two whilst there, churlish not to really. Half of Christmas Ale (over 8%), and a little Best.
When I walked into the Mitre there were just three customers, so it was a good thing that the Mummers brought their own crowd – about ten folk rushed into the bar to get served just a few minutes before the characters started to gather outside the pub door. They seemed to have updated the traditional script, I feel sure that a Cameron was slain, and then brought back to life by the doctor. Instead of a dragon there was a Brighton Seagull, and Robin Hood fitted in somewhere.