South East beers - Tuesdays @ The Roebuck, SE1 4YG

It's just about common sense really; we'd been there spending money all night just like every Tuesday, no one was using the benches outside, it was only pie, not a whole meal. If they want us there regularly they have a funny way of showing it; a jobsworth attitude isn't going to encourage us to keep it as the SE pub. In summer, when people are outside then it's reasonable; in winter when it makes no difference to anyone it's not.

I suspect all of this, the admonitions to move our fat pie-eating faces into the rain, the general lack of love, and the lack of love for Balki in particular, I suspect it's all down to the fact that the landlord, the actual landlord, is never there to see what fresh financial joy we pour into his fucking tills with our presence. Maybe we could take polaroids of us handing over money, of hands wearing cycling gloves handing over twenty pound notes damp with sweat, and pin them up over the bar?

Sorry to have missed you, Will; and Plurabelle; and Hovis. Sorry to James for arriving as you were leaving, again; sorry to Lynx for not having much time to chat. To everyone else, Kris, Balki, Loic, Squire, Pickle, Reen, all of you, it was a regular pleasure, as always, though all too brief.