Sir John Betjeman will be spinning in his grave.
The saviour of St Pancras station and quinetessential Englishman has a pub named after him at the station he saved.
Situated just inches above the former Burton beer store could there be a better place for a cooling ale in the summer heat?
Alas, not yesterday.
The beer was "off" leaving thirsty punters with a choice between fizzy continental lager or head-banger's cider.
Perhaps My Lord Adonis should intervene?
UPDATE: Leo Pink splutters...
This is, of course, the Station Czar's fault.
Adonis should should call in the so-called Chris Green and give him a right royal rollicking.
But what did Adonis expect appointing an old-BR manager for this vital task?
