. . . to the Paddington Hilton when I was in town for the November '16 g-t-g passed right by the Fuller's brewery. I asked the driver if we could turn around and take the tour, but he thought I was kidding and kept going. I wasn't.
. . . but Lydia . . . [that's Lydia pouring a pint] . . . did say as I pulled up a seat, "Now there's three Arts at the bar - one in every corner." And sure enough, the guy to my right was named Art, and so was the guy at the other end. Three Arts . . . if I ever own a bar, that's what I'm going to
. . . expecting to have a pint of Fullers and a quiet lunch. Just as I opened the back door, there was a cheer from what seemed like half the residents of Walton-on-the-Naze. At first, I thought the cheer was for me.