The pub at Codsall Station: When you incorrectly pour the wrong pint and have this politely pointed out to you, you should not then stare accusingly and chunter to make it obvious you didn't believe us. Had you been paying attention and not ignoring us & talking to locals, you would have seen that you poured the majority of the pint from the tap adjacent to the mild and then topped up from the mild tap. You were too deep in conversation to either notice this or allow us to tell you. "See, the mild tap's dripping..." is a fail. "Oh, did I? How silly of me, let me get you your pint" would be a pass or at least non-fail.
And waitress, when we jokingly apologise for making you walk all the 20 yards to the conservatory to bring us your (distinctly average) meals, don't then miserably say "Yeah, and I had to take my apron off too!" Talk about a miserable pair. I shan't be going back in a hurry however good the Holden's beer is.
That's The Station at Codsall, in case anyone's in the vicinity.