I declare an interest, I live opposite the Red Lion.
When I moved to Rusthall, Barry was the landlord of the Red Lion. A stickler for adhering strictly to licensing hours, his main claim to fame was the husbanding of bar stools. After each drinking session the stools would be gathered in and placed in an alcove accessible only from behind the bar. Selected customers were offered a stool. If your face didn't fit, no stool.
Barry left for Hastings after thirteen years as mine host. Since his departure there has been a succession of landlords none of whom has made a financial success of the pub.
The brewery has admitted that the Red Lion is a 'marginal pub' by which it means it is not a good income generator. Successive landlords have had meagre pickings. One problem is that it is impossible to contain sound within the pub, so any amplified or loud live music is broadcast to the neighbourhood, as are the questions on quiz nights and the runners and riders on race nights.
Matters got so bad that a group of residents living close to the pub objected
en bloc to the proposed licensing hours when the new licensing laws were introduced and attended in strength when the pub's licensing application was considered by the local council.
The current landlord has thrown in the towel and the pub has a sign on the door:
closed until further notice.
The time has come for the brewery to consider closing the pub as it is unlikely any new landlord will improve on the efforts of those who have gone before. I was informed at an early age that fast women and slow horses were two sure-fire ways of losing money. I would add to the list being the landlord of the Red Lion.