A good pub is a magical place, right up until someone gets drunk.

In an effort to keep fit and healthy I take a daily walk around this one-horse seaside town, and it occurred to me that I pass a lot of bars and pubs.  I said pass, in that I don’t go inside because I hardly ever drink these days.

Today I counted each and every pub and bar I walked past, and there were 37, and one lap dancing club.

That’s not counting the score or more of restaurants and diners who also sell alcohol.

I wondered how long it would take me to get through them all, if I stopped and had one drink in all the 37 pubs and bars I counted, plus the lap dancing club.  I’m guessing a week or so, and I’m guessing I’ll be in a hell of a state by the time I’m through.

Maybe I’ll miss out the LGBT bar ~ or maybe not, it might be fun in there.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

English pubs exist to sell beer.