Red Lion
Walk On By springs to mind when passing this place, and you know what we always say: if Dionne Warwick tells you to do something, you do it and fast. That, and trust your instincts. The loos were probably last cleaned when your gran was paying 2d for a bottle of Domestos and the beer's so sparse that it's best not to even try to order a drink. No danger of tripping on the frayed carpet though, your shoes will be securely held in place by the mysteriously adhesive properties of old spilt beer. A great place to sit if you want to compile a study of the most expressionless faces on earth.
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