I forgot to say that I'm a long-term fan of the place, having graduated from keen young sprog to knackered old fart (or young PITA to old PITA). I spend a fortune there every December and, aside from having to tolerate Foldy and his mean drinking habits, enjoy every minute. A handy bottle or two of Black Grouse (re-Foldy) overcomes the crticism of bar closing times. The aviation artwork is also reasonable -----