In between the Cropredy and New Day music festivals, we spent a great day exploring Oxford, and while setting off back from near the city centre to our Travel Lodge in Abingdon, we quickly called in a traditional-looking Oxford pub:
This pub was full of elegant wood furnishing, and a young Oriental woman, who spoke English beautifully and ran the bar perfectly, served us a truly wonderful pint of Pale Ale.
However, it must be said that the pint of Pale Ale cost about five pound-fifty, so needless to say, we didn't hang around for a second one.
A few friends in my hometown Bury (Lancashire), say that the steep rising price of beer in pubs is all geared towards closing down most (if not all) pubs in the not too distant future. They say that this is a key strategy in the systematic pursuit of a drab, colour-less, woke dystopia.
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