A text I received earlier this year said this: “En route to The Cow because apparently there’s a python being passed around.”
I didn’t bother going because serpents terrify me, despite the pub being home to one of the best pints of Guinness around, not to mention quality Beamish. The point is The Cow is a mad pub of prodigious repute. Also I hear the snake is a frequent visitor and happens to be friendly.
