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Mickymoody
Micky, one pub (that used to be one of my favourites) started going downhill when the landlord and landlady called it a day. A succession of tenants then came and went. The last ones to run it as a pub ran it into the ground. We had stopped going there about a year before, but called in occasionally. The landlord didn't care too much about cleaning the pumps and lines out every week, therefore the beer started to be good enough to put on your chips . He barred one lad who, when asked what he wanted said "A pint of your finest vinegar."
Towards the end of their time there, he'd resorted to buying 500ml cans from the local supermarket, then wondered why nobody would pay £1.50 for them. Eventually he settled for people bringing their own cans in and charging 50p for a glass.
Once the pub closed, it never reopened as a pub and is now a shop that sells rock climbing and outdoor gear.
I'm not sure why you reference me, in your post? Origionally a public house, was exactly that, someones house that brewed beer. A public house. So seems the case that history turns around, and bring your own to a public building. Professional publicans watered down the beer..but the tradition didn't.