Wandered into town for the usual pick up of fruit and veg,went into Whetherspoons for a pint of “Pit Pony” newest real ale from the Toon [when I left school and went down the pits for a year I ran pit ponies,they were worked to death and now I feel real sorry for them] but the smell of food when I'm drinking turns me right off, anyway walked down to my local to find!!!it had been sold to a Turkish business man who told me he intends to turn it into a wine bar type of foreign tables outside crap! Now up here tables and chairs outside generally means eviction as a rule but now my local is shagged. He asked me if I would still drink there I said about 25 of us won't drink there any more. He's looked at the balance sheet and thought that's a decent business but losing the core drinkers and having a wine bar with no piano,dartboard,pool table and more importantly a landlord that encouraged us to have competitions for the H4H Forces means it's a loser IMO. I don't blame anyone for trying to set up a business but I'm sorry that our watering hole is turned into something bloody French. I'll be deep sixed in the North Sea with a gold ring sewed thru my nostril before I ever eat snails and frogs legs! Just having a whinge before I'm off to hospital again for an MOT,you can now have a weeks rest from my blethering!