Desecration of sacred sites

Speaking of my Yorkie trip. Nobody told me that Alberts had been moved. The purveyors of top notch tasty food of the right kind, good ambience, Black Sheep on handpump and the famous fresh parsnip crisps was boarded up when I arrived from the rugby for a pie and a pint, and marked with a number of council notices saying it was being turned into an identikit pizza place. Bah. And I say again, boo! On my way out of town, I noticed the "new Alberts" on the hill, ironically where I first noticed the shortness of breath that denoted what we know it is today, by Wetherspoons, so I had to stop and investigate. Still very plush and nice, but not a patch on the old place; seems to be a clip on bit at the back where they might stick a few diners if someone forces them to honour their menu, but it looks like the deal there now is to catch the middle level Saturday crowd; only one handpump and the barman would have tried to sell us short measure if we'd not have been vigilant.

Great thing, progress, eh?