A good pub is a magical place, right up until someone gets drunk.
In an effort to keep fit and healthy I take a daily walk around this one-horse seaside town, and it occurred to me that I pass a lot of bars and pubs. I said pass, in that I don’t go inside because I hardly ever drink these days.
Today I counted each and every pub and bar I walked past, and there were 37, and one lap dancing club.
That’s not counting the score or more of restaurants and diners who also sell alcohol.
I wondered how long it would take me to get through them all, if I stopped and had one drink in all the 37 pubs and bars I counted, plus the lap dancing club. I’m guessing a week or so, and I’m guessing I’ll be in a hell of a state by the time I’m through.
Maybe I’ll miss out the LGBT bar ~ or maybe not, it might be fun in there.
English pubs exist to sell beer.