APPEAL FOR INFORMATION I can't remember which night it was for certain, but travelling home from work, across the Tyne Bridge, in a bad mood, at forty miles an hour, in the inside lane, from the wrong side of the bus, glancing past the weekend-goth schoolgirl with "attitude" and a grudge, I think I saw this: Flynns-Slice Bar-Flynns is now the Slice Bar again.

That's right, folks. The endless cycle and recycle of names has turned once again, and that hideous, green, kiddies'-first-handwriting Flynns sign seems to have disappeared and been replaced with the none-more-beige of the Slice Bar corporate palette. Again. Unless, of course, they've called it something else entirely. Thanks, like: that'll make our lives so much easier when it comes to updating this site. Pricks.

Obviously we fully understand the need for a complete makeover every three months, transforming a once-sleazy, badly-designed, poorly-staffed, vile-smelling, ultra-violent shit-chute into a place that's still like that but stinks of paint. But a joke's a joke, though.

So, please, let us know whether our collective eyes were deceiving us, and if one of us will have to drag our crumbling, aged bodies along the quayside to try and fail to review the bloody place again. Tell us, in profanities of your choosing, if there have been any changes whatsoever, or if we can just write "IT'S STILL FLYNNS" as the entire review.

It would also be helpful if you could tell us the exact time you noticed the pub's name, and whether there were any fat geezers in boiler suits hanging around with paintbrushes ready to piss us off one more time. Anything like that would be useful to us. Architects, joiners, Linda fucking Barker; we want to know and we want to kill.

Your help in this matter is greatly appreciated.