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He loves his "British" pubs old Marmite don't he? If you're so into them, you want to come home old bean, theres fuckin tons of them over here. You may find though that your idea of a "British" pub has a Bangkok template. "Real British Pubs" over here are now just shallow soulless places full of chrome and spotty faced youths drinking flourescent coloured shit from bottles. You can't sit down, you can't smoke therefore you can't yokker in the ashtray and cover it up with a beermat. In fact you can't do fuck-all. Oh yeah and the proliferation of these pimply faced no-gooders drinking their flourescent shite means that a decent pint now costs double.
Yep, the great british pub ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...
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