atmosphere-less drinking holes in the uk, characterised by artificial ye olde oake beams, plastic leprachauns, etc etc. I mean, what the hell does, say, cenral cardiff have to with the australian outback? fuck all, that's what. the worst ones are the oirish pubs.
i fancied a pint with my mates, but then one of the twats wanted to go to the "blarneystone n' firkin" so I decided not to bother
by ben dover of the yard July 8, 2004