I’m not too sure where this fits in the increasingly crowded pub pressure groups
In a surprise to absolutely fucking no one, its lofty standards have slipped somewhat over the last five years.
As themes go it’s only one step up from a prostate exam themed bar.
Of course, we wish them all the best.
To be honest, even if the red-faced cunt offered to fellate me while drinking a £1.29 pint, I still wouldn’t pop in.
I for one want to clamber over the corpses of punters and staff to have a pint while listening to the lamentations of their loved ones.