When I first came to England I worked for about a year and a half at a software house in Farringdon. It was so incompetently managed that I used to take 2 hour lunches as there was so little to do. I'd go to a place called the Betsy Trotwood early doors when no one else was there and chat to the landlord and consume 3-4 pints of bitter, packet of cheese and onion crisps (as a starter), a ham sandwich with chips and on occasion a cheese board to finish.
It was during the England/Saffie test series when Atherton batted for two days, probably 96? The landlord explained test cricket to me and I developed a love for it, bitter and Coleman's mustard which I lathered all over the bread before eating my sandwich.
The good ole days