One of the less salubrious local hostelries has this sign outside. It's not a bad boozer really but does perhaps cater for the 'less poncey' end of the market, which is reflected in the prices.
They famously got rid of their pool table because people kept twatting each other with the cues. Initially they tried to remedy this by putting the cues behind the bar and demanding a £5 deposit for their release. However, one evening a chap calmly went up to the bar, asked for the cues, paid his £5 deposit, and then proceeded to twat someone with one of them, apparently happy to forfeit his fiver in return for ready access to an offensive weapon.
£2.60 for a pint of Okells ain't bad though.
We'll usually have one or two in there on a night out. The place has been rebranded, relaunched, renamed, redecorated etc more times than I can remember since 1994 when I first went in there, but ultimately it always seems to attract the same sort of folks back to enjoy its hospitality.
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