This marvel of a pub has been a home of refreshments since 1854. The exterior is Edwardian, but the interior is a mixture of Georgian, 1920s and sort of stopped evolving somewhere in the 1950s.

Went for a quiet pint in this old favourite Brighton bar. Had an entertaining conversation with the Monster Raving Loony Party Candidate and a high powered NHS manager – who hugged me when I told her to save the NHS. Was also hugged outside by a man very well dressed, but clearly on acid. He stood next to me smiling for ages and then seemed to realise I wasn’t who he thought I was, and walked/floated away. I don’t think I spoiled his trip though.