Had a few beers in the Smugglers in Cleethorpes. A bit like being in The Bear although no one tried to sell me meat or razor blades.
Must admit I quite like seedy s***ty pubs. More interesting and have characters than pretentious over priced places.
House prices up there. Cheeeaapp
Brings back memories of The Swinging Sporran! I used to go there for a post work drink when I worked in the centre. You never went in there without some plain clothed coppers coming in and having a quick look around for some faces. On one memorable occasion I came across a guy on his hands and knees in the gents having a conversation with a urinal. It appeared to be answering him back...