The Gatehouse

Get dead drunk down at The Gatehouse. This joint used to be a funeral parlour and if you cast your eyes to the heavens, the shapes of coffins are still moulded into the ceiling as if to remind you where that eighth shot of tequila will probably land you. The manager, Vanessa (completely nuts, by her own admission), refuses to be pushed on the possibility that the pub might be haunted and always tells Itchy to shut up as she lives upstairs. We're sure she sleeps soundly though. And that guy our mate claims to have seen walking round in the Victorian clothes sporting a grisly head-wound must be her boyfriend then...

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