Ah, hello pub goers and welcome to a very special episode of the Moon Underwater

that is taking place not in the Moon Underwater's traditional home, but it is materialised into a micro-pub

in a gondola lift in the French Alps in the ski resort of Vosgenie.

And this episode will last exactly the length of one lift journey.

I'm your landlord, Robbie Knox. Dan is not here.

You're not welcome in the mountains after an incident a few years ago.

And yeah, I was thinking of doing some report from pubs here, but I've

already been to pubs, but with my, uh, Nanyu's son Otto. So we've been to restaurants more than

pubs. I've not got any new intel from here. But let's crack on with the post bag, which is just

being delivered by Hawke to skies above Vosgeny.

First message is from Nigel, who was talking about half pint, listening to your recent podcast with John Baird,

where he was denied the opportunity to purchase a particular pint, but was happily served two halves.

It reminded me of in the mid-1990s, three of us walked into a pub in the Strand in London, the coal hole,

but decided it was far too smoky, so we entered the next pub along.

This wasn't so much for a pub as a bar of a quite posh hotel with a name not dissimilar to the Savaloy.

It was my brother's round, so we ordered three pints, one each. He was told they didn't

serve pints, and instead he ordered nine half pints, three each, which were perfectly happy to

serve to us. It wasn't cheap, but it still felt like a minor victory. Nigel. Terrific work

there from your brother, Nigel. I cannot imagine how expensive that was,

but a good victory over the Savoy Hotel.

Harry says, hello Robbie and Dan.

Sorry, Harry.

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