Friday 8 November 2013

White Hart, Whitehall, Bristol

First time I've ever found this pub open. I walk in and there are two people present (in the seated area) - the landlady and an apparent simpleton who keeps proclaiming that he is 'the next generation'. I stand at the bar for about a minute, then the landlady shouts up 'what is it you want?' Good question. What the fuck would I want from a pub? I opt for the simple answer and order a can of Thatcher's Gold with which I'm duly furnished, in a plastic 'glass'. I momentarily think 'no wonder pubs are closing down' before being reminded that my drinking buddy is 'the next generation'.

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