My wife and myself recently called at the pub for an early evening drink. We were cordially welcomed by a charming young lady behind the bar and we chatted for a couple of hours sampling the London Pride ale, which was excellent. I bought the staff and several of the customers [ my neighbors ] a drink, which was a pleasure. I was getting up to take my leave, when [ presumably ? ] the landlady arrived, in a cloud of aggression. She informed me that I was not welcome to drink in her pub because I was wearing a sports T shirt, vest. I was massively taken aback, and admit that I swore [ albeit quietly ] as I put on my jacket to leave. I said ' I don't f******] believe it ' , albeit under my breath. I was genuinely astonished. I would like to add that I have sixty years experience as a publican, manager, barman, cellarman and doorman, and being treated thus is a new experience for me. read more