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Twenty or thirty years ago they actually said:
"Time Ladies and Gentlemen. Please!" and sometimes they added 'and others!' that is if it had been a trying night with some unsavoury
characters drawn into the brew.Not alone that they would ring a bell to din some idea into the muzzled brains of the people that it was indeed time to depart.They had the motley crowd trained in something of the manner of Pavlov's dogs.
The Black Lion Pub sat at the top of Shenley Hill commanding a ridge four hundred feet above sea level about 15 miles north of Nelson's column, nearabout the centre of London.
At the same time it would lie about five miles south, out of St.Albans City.
It is difficult to get one's thinking cap on when you are pickled in alcohol but I remember on this night so long ago with winter fast approaching it is what a small gang of us from Shenley village endeavoured to do.
Fortunately an unspoken thought hovered in the air concerning a night club in the vicinity which was said to be open all hours into the night. It was down a dark and leafless lane which forked and turned back on itself ocassionally to put one in mind of the network of veins showing through the visages of the late night drinkers.
In those days the Pubs closed at the healthy time of ten thirty, and so we set off

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