The Hubby has decided that this will be our local pub. It has to be the ugliest, most decrepit pub in the whole of London. The Hubby loves it because it is different, not mainstream, not actually even health and safety to be perfectly honest....I would prefer a wee pub with flowers in hanging baskets , next to the river, with swans and squirrels and piped classical music...but no. We attend this very odd pub in the theory it is 'interesting' 'avant garde' 'local colour'
Please will a Prince on a white horse come and sweep me and Hoppy away to a pub in Kensington??
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