Funny that this should come to light for me as I’m traveling once again in England. Here, there seem to be a plethora of pubs and eateries that subscribe to this naming convention syndrome. Once, while riding along the beautiful roads of Harrogate, a car full of adults set about fantasizing what we would name a pub were we fortunate enough to have ownership of one fall in our laps. Screaming Monkey, The Wrinkled Witch, Knockered Knees and such came to mind. What do they mean? We had no earthly idea. We just thought they sounded pretty cool for a pub.