Yeah. Lancing.
It’s a shithole.
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wheresthefish Partly filled with wrong, Tue 28 May 2024, 8:48,
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Lancing
a boil on the arse of the country
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My Name was saying these words inside your head on, Tue 28 May 2024, 15:21,
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South St, opposite The Farmers
Coincidentally the only pub I’ve ever been offered a fight at lunchtime.
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wheresthefish Partly filled with wrong, Tue 28 May 2024, 20:07,
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That sounds like a sketch from Not The Nine O'Clock News
Interior: bar
Rowan Atkinson: *walks up to bar* Pint of best, please.
Mel Smith: Certainly sir *pours pint, places on counter* that'll be 75p.
*Rowan hands over money, lifts pint to drink*
Mel Smith: Would you like a fight with that, sir?
*Rowan sputters, puts down the pint* Sorry?
*Griff Rhys Jones appears, headbutts Rowan who falls to the floor*
*Rowan staggers to his feet, grasps the bar to steady himself and holds out a hand to stop Griff* No, no thank you!
*Mel looks at Griff, gestures with his head to one side, Griff leaves*
*Mel turns back to Rowan* Scampi and chips?
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Lager, and closer to £3, but otherwise scarily accurate.
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wheresthefish Partly filled with wrong, Wed 29 May 2024, 8:38,
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