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Not only does he own it but he frequents it: sounding vaguely menacing down the mobile to someone who's presumably wronged him. It's always a lovely bit of local colour.

Christ, that is fighting talk. You're talking about a massive part of my social life's history right there, now replaced by a boring, identikit modern pub by numbers: overpriced food, sour DIY craft beer that's one small step up from the homebrew I made with a kit from Boots when I was 16...