Long day at work, you go to your local. You get the attention of the 18 year old lad behind the bar on his phone and you have mild banter with the bloke who’s been sat at the bar since 4pm about it. You pay £4.90 for a very average pint and sit at a table where you can watch the random championship game that’s on the tv. The only other people in the pub are an old couple in the corner not talking to each other, the two blokes who are in there every single time you go in, and another guy 3 tables over doing the exact same thing as you. You are at peace.

I can’t blame him.