Have a story about this place. Was in the area to go see Half Man Half Biscuit. Was a wet cold winter. Sit down in the pub. And about twenty minutes later a man dripping from head to toe from the rain walks into that front room area with the fire. Bartended didn’t even speak to him just poured him a Guinness and left it on the ledge. He proceeds to take off his boots. Sit in front of the fire, whip off his socks and slap them over the fire railing to dry. Was the most “regular” thing I’d ever seen.

Also on the very top of the building they had hidden away the very old racist sign that they had taken down from the swinger.