I need to find a new watering hole, where men are men and the pub smells of BO and piss. Populated by drunks who all claim to have served in the SAS, despite being 5ft 2" and 8 stone wet, where the women are all called Tracey or Sharon, where the car park is full of uninsured XR3i's, and the walls are a beige colour due to years of nicotine staining. Oh for the good old 70's/80's.



