Although we've yet to see him sat at the bar, next week we'll be sliding into one of Robert Plant's locals. They keep Guinness particularly well in there, so if Bob is a no show it won't be the end of the world. And, anyway, I wouldn't want him bugging me all night, asking me if he can sing on my new album. Sorry Robert.
After there we'll probably make our way to The Bishop's Knob for a couple before pitching up at one of the many excellent Indian restaurants on The Tything. I'm a simple man, with simple tastes.