Branigans
Oh god. Brannigans. Fetch the mind-bleach immediately. I saw things in there that would help form a convincing case for the extinction of humanity on the grounds that we are base creatures unfit to be blessed with conciousness. It's amazing that people can get that drunk, yes still somehow remain conciousness enough to debase themselves so thoroughly.

I wasted years of my life in the whitehouse, but then again my halls were across the road from it and the drinks were filthy cheap, so you can hardly blame me. Some bloke tried selling me crack in the toilets there once; this was at four in the afternoon on a wednesday. Don't know why, but I've always assumed crack to be more of an evening type of drug.

I assume they're still there, but I left Luton for good (and with great haste) about six years ago.
(barnaby_kettleworth, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 10:00, Reply)