I seem to recall reading that, towards the end of his life, President Lyndon B Johnson grew fond of attending funerals. These were not necessarily funerals of people he had known nor were they the funerals of the great and the good in society. Many a lowly Texan family would be somewhat surprised to discover the Ex-President and his entourage gathered around a small family graveside. What, you may quite legitimately ask, has this got to do with pubs? Nothing other than the fact that I find myself drawn to dead and dying pubs and somehow compelled to take pictures of them. Here is a selection from the last few weeks.