Oh dear, oh dear !
There was a time when the "Greyhound" in Hinckley was a pub worth drinking in but no more. Admittedly it's up for sale, Marston's having decided it's of insufficient value to them, but the current working arrangements are a complete mess. The manager comes and goes while anyone and everyone seems to wander in and out behind the bar; there have been sightings of one or two of these characters snorting cocaine from the tables and how the takings and stock are ever reconciled has to be a mystery. Last night, the place was very quiet, many former customers having already deserted it.
Last night, the manager was absent, then appeared for a few minutes before wandering off into town to 'get pissed'. The beer seemed to be of no interest with the Pedigree definitely not right; the Hobgoblin was unavailable and then the bitter went too. Although the manager returned, though not to work, and a new barrel of bitter was connected, I opted for the Guinness as the most likely of the beers to be drinkable and was even disappointed to realise that they only have the 'extra-cold' variety. Why so many drinks now have to be served in this freezing fashion is another mystery, as it prevents the drinker from actually tasting what's in their glass and is nothing but a stupid fad invented to screw more money out of the punter.
It's clear that the brewery has lost interest in this pub and is just waiting for some unsuspecting fool to cough up the asking price of £265,000; by the time this happens, I suspect the place may actually be closed due to lack of management, customers and beer. I don't think I'll be going there again.