A few years ago some friends and I made a nostalgic return to some old haunts. We visited places that have changed names since our heyday.  But to us they will always be the Ramsden Arms, the Criterion, the Victorian student pub where I served behind the bar, the Washington, the palatial residence of a cooler, smarter set than us, and the Blue Room, where I enjoyed more of my school day afternoons than I care to remember. We also mourned the demise (and demolition) of the King’s Arms and we finished the night, as so often, at the Grapes Hotel.

“Those were the days my friend. We thought they’d never end.”  Hopefully it’ll soon be time to do it all over again…