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| - Well, what can I say !? The beer tastes good, which is a bonus, but the pub is truly horrendous. It is full of tacky pictures, and maritime bilge, that I assume is supposed to capture the imagination. I have never been a fisherman, and don't really care for the knots they tie in their ropes! The lady with the bad cough, sat on the raised area to my right, sounds as though she's going to cough her spleen up. The sound of Channel 4's Parylimpic coverage is drowning her out just enough to stop me from phoning the local funeral directors. I had to look away as she approached the bar, looking like Mark E Smith in drag, in case she attempted conversation, although I guessed this was a very difficult feat unless she could be tempted with chips and fags. As I glanced to the front door, seven people walk in .. A family, a family that look as though they think candy floss is a dietary supplement, providing they eat nothing else rather than ice cream .. Oh, they ordered chips .. I was wrong .. To be fair to this place, it is clean and tidy but as tacky as a Benidorm kareoke competition .. Across the road, next to the beach, is an old style Dr Who style police box .. Why you would need to enter into it is beyond me !? You can become a time lord by merely entering this establishment ..
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