Pubcast would like to apologise for no pubcast last week. This was due, firstly, to Dave's lousy memory and secondly, to technical problems whereby a file conversion site found it hilarious, upon converting pubcast files, to double the length of each file, lowering and stretching Dave and Alex's voices to such an extent that it sounded like they had been replaced by two Barry White impersonators. Who take a long time to say anything.
Nevertheless, despite these difficulties, Pubcast is back, and Dave and Alex are continuing to prowl the pubs south of the river, and if that's not quite exciting enough, they've gone further east than they have ever been before. Well, with the intention of reviewing pubs. They've both been further east than Greenwich. Dave's even gone so far east as to end up in Istanbul. But he didn't like it there.
How far east have they gone? To Greenwich, to the Cutty Sark Tavern which, bizarrely, is not that close to the Cutty Sark. It can't even claim to be a member of the top ten list detailing pubs closest to the actual Cutty Sark. The Cutty Sark Tavern seems to have changed it's name to that simply because the Cutty Sark sailed past and someone saw it. In all fairness, the pub has thrown itself fully into the nautical theme and does look like the inside of a big wooden ship, but with one addition that disgusts Alex. On top of this, there is discussions about what constitutes a crisis and Alex and Dave unearth what may just be the first ever case of industrial sabotage.
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