it looks like the place aircraft investigators rebuild wreckage to work out what caused a horrific plane crash into a residential area.
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.