Pub 259. The Fulwood, 1st April 2014.
By the time you've managed to reach the bar in the Fulwood, you're certainly ready for a drink if you weren't before - it's a long walk. And sadly they've only got lagers when you've got there.
It also gives the two drunken suited buffoons a good run-up so one could walk into me with full force. The table of suited lads were a bit boorish as they tried to out-piss-take each other so I sat outside.
The passage it's on is quite pleasant. The two drunk blokes after visiting the toilet together gave their bottle of wine to a couple of girls and staggered off. I drank my lager as the evening warmth faded. And went home.