One of the only places I know where you're alright to throw a line out on the table as long as you give the bartender one, but obviously they've got to recognise your face like they're not bloody daft.
I mean howay.

In these pubs you'll hear the absolute deepest, darkest, dirtiest of insults getting passed back and forth between mates like a game of fucking dead grandma ping pong, but its all cush because no ones arsed due to the fact their skin as is thick as they are.

Mind you it's not all fun and games, link eyes with the wrong person for less than half a second and that obviously means you think they're a puff and you want to fight them. Even thinking about looking at them might just get you done in so, you're best off just keeping your eyes to yourself.

And don't get me wrong, it's always been like this. Starts in school you'll get into a scrap over who gets the end of a £2 joint bought from the local smack head before the morning bell even fucking rings. Then after school we'd all congregate at the corner shop getting single 50p tabs on tick because you had to use your dinner money to pay off your last tick.

Although it wasn't always that easy, before we could all confidently get served at 13 you had to wait for a local hero to go in the shop for you. But it got to the point where these modern day saints would just wait outside the shop hoping a youth would wander by needing their services simply so they could get a free tab out of it.
Quite the mutually beneficial agreement really until of course you get that dick head who just takes your full ten deck and fucks off. But, I mean, live by the sword and all that.

You'd then get home, your mam's still at work, dad's none existent, you go out to meet the boys to go thirds on a 5a bag or a quarter litre. Probably have to skip the metro to get there unless you needed roach obviously in which case a ticket is totally necessary.
You'd then spend the whole night in a field or a back alley somewhere getting absolutely full of whatever. Then when the pubs close you'd have a load of fully grown blokes doing the exact same, it's like we were training for that lockdown our whole lives man.

But now we're grown ups and if anything it's just gotten worse. We're all addicted to coke and we think we're lardy fucking dar because we drink in a Wetherspoons called the ritz.
So never mind Hadrians Wall or Segedunum. Never mind how lucrative the coal mining and ship building was. We live in a town ran by takeaways, pubs, charity shops and Jonny Decker.
We went from Romans to radgeys and its absolutely fucking class.