wot? no Hobsons?

Last night was strange. Sitting in the Crown drinking Hobsons and listening to the ravings of loons is usually a pleasant way to spend an evening. But, alas and alack. There was no Hobsons. Just sorry left overs from the recently departed beer festival. And the loons were out in force and raving like it was a full moon. I couldn’t stand it. I left early. I ‘gasp’ drank elsewhere.