My 2 Pints
The Great British Pub.
It’s an institution innit?! (Cue Cockney accent)
Whiling away the hours, be them afternoon or evening. Struggling desperately to get just one dickhead to stay for another. You couldn’t care less if he goes over the limit and pounds a 12 year old girl into the concrete on the way home, tricycle ‘n’ all. As long as you can spend another hour away from the ol’ ball and chain, et minions.
The problem with the old fashioned, ‘brown’ pub was exactly that, it was brown (a place people went to drink away their gloom). Especially watching the clientele received on Thursday afternoons. Thus, the invention of the ‘Pube de Plastik’ (The Plastic Pub).
The Dry Dickery Dicky Dick Dock is one such of these inventions from the Plastic Revolution. Part of the ‘Scream’ chain, it offers drinks and food at regular cheap prices. However this is not what makes the soul of a pub, not character, this comes from the heart! The Dry Dock doesn’t have a heart, it’s a boat. However this might be where it gets its character from.
Whatever is your drinking purpose, Dry Dock has it all. It’s always busy enough to feel vibrant in the day. There’s plenty happening on an evening, even when it’s slow it’s the perfect place to sit in your own drool blissfully unaware of anyone else’s presence.
And whatever the time, I assure you there are always plenty of dickheads to watch make fools of themselves.
(And sometimes, I’m not there)
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