Liams Imaginary Pub

Entering some sort of drink induced fantasy world Liam stumbled out of the Bavarian Beerhouse in Old Street and some hours later turned to me on the Tube home insistent that I should write a post about a fantasy pub in his imaginary world. Not his ideal pub in the real world of course since such a thing does not exist but here’s what he had to say:

“Its not allowed. *Sticks his tongue out* Your correct, Sir! Nothings good about it. It has drinks. Shut up man, I need to cool it for a bit. Its cool cool cool I’m getting off at Edgware..”

He enters a deep slumber and gets off at Finchley Central, quite dazed and confused. I have no idea what he was on about but a promise is a promise.