This is what I like to see. 10pm on a school night, and they're three deep at the bar. Anyone who's been to The Gunmakers, and knows how dinky it is, will know what means - peeps are taking it in turns to breathe in and out.
Shit. The cooler that handles all four of my keg lines has packed up. It happens. It's a good job we've got four draught ales on, then: Landlord, Harvey's, Mad Goose and Doom Bar. Tomorrow night, we're going to be selling Summer Lightning and Mordue IPA as guest ales.