It were a local pub for local people that i found myself in at five o'clock in
the afternoon with the local mums. Carpet stuck of piss. Toilets stuck of mold. Some patrons had their own teeth and all had dibs on was singing My Way first on the Kareoke.
. But the beer was cheap. As were the white chocolate vodka shots and jagerbombs. . .. .god help me in the morning.