King William IV, Warmley, Bristol

THE local. As in the nearest pub to where I keep my LPs, rifle the wife and pay council tax. I was given a filthy look for walking in at 2255 and expecting to be able to exchange hard cash for a pint of fermented apple juice. However it's now gone 11 and they're still happily serving the locals. But I am a local now aren't I? Aren't I?