“The report of my death was been greatly exaggerated” was the text of a telegram sent by Mark Twain to the New York Journal after the newspaper reported his death. Twain was in London at the time, probably sharing a few pints, tossing a few darts and musing about his next great story - much like the Old Dart Coach does on his weekly trips to his local, The Sporting Chance, where the serving wench, albeit coquettish, serves ice cold pints of lager with an alacrity that is astounding.