Thanks, Knecht. The Forte can be a very strange drinking establishment. One minute it's normal, Well, as can be, the next minute it's like a G20 summit with riot clad constables dragging oiks out onto the street (after Tazoring them in the face) to give them a beating.
Conversely, I was in there last week and a woman with two huge feckin smelly Husky type dogs walked in to the pub - as you do!! Predictably, they pissed on the bar floor and were beaten to death within 25 seconds. Nothing to see, this is the Fortescue - move on!!
An hour later there was a drugs raid by D&C's finest. 10 minutes after that and downstairs in the live lounge, I was listening to a fantastic young blues guitarist singing a number of John Mayal numbers.
Although, and by no means these are everyday occurrences it just amazes me that I see this place as a barometer of Janner life, and it amazes me no-end. literally - you couldn't make this place up.
Roll on tomorrow night? Hell yeh!!