There was a darts competition going on, so the barman told me I'm better off watching on the TV in the beer garden. Went in the garden and the wood cabin where the game was on was occupied by 18-year-old townies being ghastly. Went back inside and perched in one of the only available paces, right by the front door, which kept on banging against me whenever someone entered.
I miss London
On the plus side, picked up the filthiest Chinky takeaway you could ever imagine on the way home, which came to about a tenner for two. Chips in curry sauce!!!! From a Chinese takeway!!!!!1111!!!