Not long ago I was seated in the beer garden of the Mortimer's Cross Inn with some very good friends and some very good French lager. Though it was sunny, there weren't three suns in the sky. Nonetheless I thought of Edward, Earl of March. Nice one.
The Cross is much nicer than it used to be, by the way. It used to be a bit of a dive, but they've really tarted it up. Usually I prefer a dive over a modern ponced-up gastric pub, but in this case it actually is an improvement, as the old Cross was pretty horrible.