Dear Pub Run,
I understand why you felt the need to check in for a couple of weeks at the Priory, but, to be honest, you're just no fun anymore. We all used to love the old 18Z, sometimes you made us laugh, occasionally you made us cry, but mostly you lifted our spirits when we were on the cusp of despair. But now you've become all sober and serious, like your big brother the 12Z. Sorry, but you're just boring, with your permanent euro slug high and south westerly mush. You may be right, but we don't love you for it. You know, a couple of pints of Old Speckled Badger's Finger won't do you any harm of an evening. Promise. Go on, you know you want to.....
Sincerely,
YH.