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Went to the Big Red last night to meet a friend, we had a good time. By 'good time', I mean we had to shout at each other to be able to have a conversation, she eventually started messaging me on Facebook even though we were sitting next to each other, while a covers' band was belting out some 1970's rock song I hadn't heard since about then. We eventually gave up and left.
I have this love/hate relationship with rock pubs -mostly hate, last night. They more often are places where they serve you expensive bad beer in glasses of questionable cleanliness, with a scowl and where you have to shout to have a conversation. In that, I know I feel differently to some who still may read this, but that is how it is for me. I go to those places because people I know and like do but I don't really enjoy them.
I have this love/hate relationship with rock pubs -mostly hate, last night. They more often are places where they serve you expensive bad beer in glasses of questionable cleanliness, with a scowl and where you have to shout to have a conversation. In that, I know I feel differently to some who still may read this, but that is how it is for me. I go to those places because people I know and like do but I don't really enjoy them.
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