What a good boy am I?

Pub no. 109, Little Jack Horner, ages ago.



Another one off from back in the day that I have no desire to go in again. Not that my visit was particularly unpleasant. I went in with an American friend, and I think she must have chosen it as I would never have. We watched a world cup final - I think Italy won on penalties. Someone won on penalties. I enjoyed watching the numerous tourists celebrate almost as much I did watching them wondering what to do with their pub-standard Traditional English fish & chips. The beer was ok though I seem to recall.

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