The old landlord at the Red Lion, Shep was a compulsive liar, he couldn't help it. One brief story, Shep had double booked a day golfing somewhere in Derbyshire, it was a Bass Brewery do, all free. Shep had doubled booked it with a very important do at his Lodge so he asked my mate Jimmy Fehan if he'd go to the golf as his guest, Jimmy jumped at the chance, Shep even paid for his petrol. It was a foursome on a stinking hot day and about halfway round Jim was talking to a Leeds pub owner who asked Jim where he was from, Jim explained that he was guesting for his Landlord Derrick Sheppherd of The Red Lion, Earl Shilton, The Leeds bloke says "bloody hell I played with Derrick in last years competition" Jim was thinking, fucking hell now I'm in the shit but the Leeds chap spoke well of our Derrick, said he was a great bloke, a slightly stunned Jim was about to take his shot when Leeds bloke said "You'll be alright when you get back and have few pints sitting by the lake, sounds like a stunning pub" Jimmy went fucking mad at Shep the next night, Shep just shrugged it off and said he was a right big headed cunt and did it to shut him up, he wasn't concerned in the slightest that Leeds bloke could turn up at any time. True story