I don't know about the strangest thing, but as the most annoying thing that's happened to me in a pub, the following took the f***ing biscuit: I was enjoying my pint of Salamander Anubis in The Duck & Drake, Leeds on Thursday lunchtime, when all of a sudden it had a dreadful cloying sweet taste. It took me a couple of seconds to twig that the young 'lady' behind me was using the pub mirror to help her direct her perfume, or not. Unfortunately, by the time I'd realised, she'd swanned out of the door. I'd no idea that Toilet Duck made a perfume.