Over 4 Quid for a Watered-down Carlsberg
Hair of the dog.
Needed a beer. Somewhere close.
This place is fucking infested with plastic people.
Some bland Maroon 5 track
up at full
can barely hear myself think.
Need to finish this drink and quick.
Stinks of cheap perfume.
Load of football knobheads just came in.
Dying for a piss;
and the bogs are all the way upstairs.