…not with a bang, but with a whimper.
The first pub on this long journey was the Red Lion, Stretham, Cambs. The 2677th (and last one on this blog) was the Red Lion, Wolverhampton, West Mids.
If we know each other and you want to keep up with things from this point forward, let me know; there is a slight transition occurring — so slight that you may not even notice the difference — to de-universalize this effort to make it more effortless on my part. If we know each other and I make other efforts to keep in touch, you’ll receive directions whether you want them or not. The rest of you will have to search for it (it isn’t hidden, but I’m trusting, nay, hoping that any effort will be too much).
Toodaloo, motherfuckers!
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 
Are you OK (you know, alright ?). I only remember to read your posts occasionally and they’re always great.
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Couldn’t be better but thanks for asking (and for the kind words).
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