Joined Debbie at a pub called The Wheatsheaf I tried the Greene King IPA and while it was drinkable it was not particularly pleasant to consume. I don't think the pub was a good venue for bitter drinkers, in fact I think I may have been the only consumer for some time. But the selection of bitter was piss poor. Only later did I spot a bottle of Old Speckled Hen under the bar - and that would have been warm of course! The barmaid was convinced she had met me before and seemed to be equally convinced that I had had pink hair the last time we had met. The band was called "Sticks and Stones" I believe and after a fairly quiet start the evening livened up a little. Although the pub was never more than half full at anytime...