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Vincent Raison's avatar

Loved the Cock Tavern on the rare occasion I make it East.

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Dave Eyre's avatar

I worked at a well-known holiday camp in the kitchens and behind the bar. Early sixties.

Everything went into the mild - left over beer; squeezed-out dishcloth; juice from the jar of pickled eggs etc. 'Tis why I never drink it. even after all these years.

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