I see another pub is being bulldozed – the Richmond Park Tavern in King’s Road – to be replaced by six four-bedroom houses.

Thank God for that, eh? If there is one thing Kingston needs it is more expensive homes.

I might even buy one myself. I need a second home to park my bike when I’m in Kingston.

Homes or supermarkets – that’s what former pubs usually become isn’t it?

Especially those “local” supermarkets. You know, the ones we all moan about because they affect the smaller independent traders, but we still use. Leaving the premises shamefaced with a bag full of shrink-wrapped broccoli florets and a couple of pop tarts hoping the nearby greengrocer won’t spot us.

We’ve all done it.

And another empty pub – the Worcester Park Tavern in... where is it now? Oh, yeah, Worcester Park – may become a hotel. Or so the owners have hinted.

Halleluja! I’d been looking for somewhere to go on my holidays and that would be the perfect place.

“Pack your sunscreen darling we’re going away for two weeks.”

“Ooh, anywhere nice?”

“Yep, Worcester Park. It’ll be 13 days sitting in traffic, waiting to pass the never-ending-all-year-round roadworks on the high street, and then it will be time to come home again.”

“Well, it’s the thought that counts.”

But seriously, if it’s not going to stay as a pub then I suppose a hotel is the next best thing.

So we’re another two pubs down. Where is it going to end?

Maybe we’ll get to the point where there is only one left. A giant superpub where everyone drinks. Imagine that nightmare.