I've had it with London Pride too, back in the 80s when I lived in London. I always thought the magical cask pint was down to the fermentation of that batch, rather than something happening in the cask.
Amen to that, clib - we're talking the Stanford Arms in Preston Circus, Brighton, circa 1997. The pride happened to be the landlord's favourite pint too, and because of this he kept it to perfection. It was the moment, to be precise, when I could never go back to evenings on Fosters or other Pale pizz lager beers - flavour was found.
We drank long, and hard, and walked from the bar with the first rays of the morning sun peeking over the buildings
Shortly after this, I discovered Sussex Best from Harvey's - but thats another story
Beer is like porn - you can buy it easily enough, but its so much more fun to make it