In the evening it was off to Euston for beer no birds. The first pub the Bree Louise had a beer festival on so I had a number of halves whilst standing outside freezing in the cold. One of which was amusingly titled north Yorkshire love muscle. I was glad to move on then and inside to the Doric arch just outside Euston itself for a nice pint of Chiswick. After that we popped along to the Euston flyer were we met Stuart and formed the knights of the hexagonal table. We doubled back on ourselves then to Mabel's tavern which I had visited before to see Pamela Gay. Then we headed back to our last pub the Prince Arthur for the final drink of the night.