2nd biannual pub crawl.

Ouchie. Head hurts. Did our usual pub crawl around the town i grew up in. I've spent time on both sides of most of the bars so i knew/know them well. Started at the Bryn Dinas which is a real drinkers pub. I wouldnt be surprised to go in there and find sawdust on the floor. Then on to the red lion. There was kareoke. Less said the better. Next stop the kentigern where they serve a delicous pint of Bass. In fact it was so good we stayed for a number of pints in spite of the John Wayne theme and psycotic bar staff. Finished in the plough or, as Dante referred to it 'the ninth circle of hell'. Crowded and sweaty, the beer tasted of urine and was about the same tempreture. In the style of tabloid jurnos evereywhere we made our excuses and left.

A throughly enjoyable night all around!