Itchy enjoys the Robin Hood, and has a fair few memories of getting terribly drunk in this intimate, old-man-tastic pub. Itchy particularly likes the locals who frequent this joint, and who look upon the odd group of invading students with a sort of grandfatherly indulgence. 'Gin is a mothe's ruin', Itchy was once informed by one local on a night out here. It turned out he had a point, which we realised on walking into a lamp post awkwardly, severely damaging our chances of future procreation. Our sophistication knows no bounds.