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...
Lovely sausage and chips in the Sporran, Tartan carpet the full works.