As I strolled off the train at 10 to 5 this evening I noticed that our most esteemed Worcester Park hostelry, The Hunstmans Hall, was illuminated by pulsing lights. Never fear, it wasn't an early evening disco but several of the local's finest holding one of the local's more dubious until a van could arrive to cart him away in. I'd have thought that most people would only approach that state towards the end of a boozy Friday night, rather than a sultry Wednesday, but perhaps he'd decided he wanted to make sure he'd get out on bail and back there before closing time.

Nice to see the Huntsmans is living up/down to its reputation.