That moment after 4 pints when someone sings “What’s going on” and the worst pub in the world is suddenly the best.

October 2026. Rye Harbour. Back at the holiday park from pubbing in Rye last Saturday, having abjectly failed to buy fresh groceries from Jempson’s for tea, we’re resigned to the emergency rations in the harbour shop (mainly crisps and tins). “How about a pint in the William” says Mrs RM. YOU try saying no to… Continue reading That moment after 4 pints when someone sings “What’s going on” and the worst pub in the world is suddenly the best.