When I first passed my driving test I spent most Sunday Afternoons trying to extricate my Dad & sometimes my Grandad from the Half Moon as they enjoyed a chat and a pint or two before Sunday Lunch. When I was legally able to drink this also involved the incorrigible Tom Post and my Grandad insisting on getting me a drink, "Kay do you wanna Rusty Nail??" He says with a cheeky wink or an elbow to the ribs. "No thanks Grandad, I've got the car", I'd say. On a few occasions a drink would just materialise in front of me, but when the first one went untouched, they soon became soft drinks instead! I will never be able to see anyone drinking whiskey and drambuie without thinking of those two. They were and Tom Post still is incorrigible!