We have nothing to say, and nor do you

Went to The Dolphin in Sutton last night, and I didn't know lock-ins still happened. Thought NuLabour had abolished them. Played a bit of harp with Adam, the High Street busker who was doing a sort of cross between Karaoke and Pub Entertainer. Adam, slow down mate, you'll have a stroke!

The Dolphin is another tiny pub trying to compete with 20 cans of Stella for a tenner from Asda, smoking bans, brewery asset liquidation, and English people generally being a bit scary when they've decided to stake a claim on a territory.

Then it filled up with Koreans! Hey, guys, come on over to the The Crown tomorrow and warm the cockles of Big George's heart!