Cheriton Brewhouse

I don’t think Paul Tickner ever figured that people went to the Flower Pots for Loopy’s beer rather than for his lacklustre service. As kids we used to pedal up to Cheriton to drink three pints of cider in the pre-renovation saloon bar and then vomit in the hedge, but I wouldn’t vomit there now if you paid me.

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