I’ll kick off with pub experiences: ‘Last orders gents’ shouted by the landlord at about ten to three in the afternoon, ‘Any chance of a stop on’ quietly answered back, no chance, ‘C’mon let’s jump in the car???? and get down the Docks. The pub phone going off and grown men visibly shrinking, frantic hand signals being made to whoever answers it, lies being told by the answerer, ‘He’s just left or haven’t seen him today love’. Pranksters phoning the pub and asking if Mike Hunt is in the bar, funny if a novice barmaid has answered the phone and she’s shouting out ‘Is Mike Hunt here’. Easy pleased I know but I did love the old Cardiff pub culture, all gone now😢