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  I remember the Blazing Donkey when it was an old fashioned pub,you sat in the lounge and the landlord and his wife sat in the kichen and when you asked for a Brown Ale they had to wipe the bottle top to see what colour it was,and the Landlord had Parkinson's disease and lost half of your drink when he poured it into the glass,through the door way which was a stable door.It was the only pub locally I could get served in because the village Bobby in Eastry knew my age.I also got beaten up there as my girlfriend asked one night if she could go for a drink with a friend,I followed them up and back,went round a blind corner where the street light was off and go thumped.

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