Oh don't - my local's recently had an excellent refit, and now has candles and wallpaper, plays a bit of dub and metal, and has a range of ales.
Every Saturday and Sunday frigging afternoon it becomes a bloody creche.

I actually overheard one woman say sternly to her husband "Nathan you're not having another pint you've got to drive tomorrow!"

Cunts.

/blog
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 13:31, Reply)