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Ookay, but I do kind of get a warm, affectionate, sentimental attachment for really run-down dives of pubs that most of my friends are entirely unwilling to visit for reasons of aesthetics or safety. I think it's a natural response to my dad's dragging me to them when I were young (arr). And I'm normally fine in them.
Unless, of course, you were referring to the quality of my post(s), in which case I can verify that said quality is being controlled by my being a bit shite. Anyway, am bed-bound, great to talk to you again. |
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