Trying to leave this drinking place, my feet are magnetised for furniture.

[reddragdiva]

Internet rumour actually true shock!

My suggestions for the SAVE THE DEV campaign:

1. Working dishwasher. Being famous for dirty glasses isn't actually a good thing.
2. Clean the pipes. The beer needs to be drinkable.
3. I've asked Robin about real ale before, and he says it goes off before actually getting drunk — even the nitrokeg stuff. But if you can sell Newky Brown in bottles, how about a real beer in bottles? (Anything but Bombadier, that is.)
4. More seating.
5. Ventilation.
6. Dress code problems, c.f. the unfortunate Earth Loop Recall incident. I've seen the obvious trouble chavs turned away, but it's biting too many of those precious few customers.

Your suggestions welcomed.

I suspect the problem is that twenty years ago goths were pretentious gutter trash, now they're overpaid computer geeks so they're fussier. (The other problem is that Camden is being methodically killed by the council, but that's not something the Dev can change directly.) For the poor, the competition is Wetherspoon's, who have no smoke and drinkable beer very cheap.

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[reddragdiva]

I love the atmosphere. I feel happy and relaxed just going in there. Assuming I can get a bloody seat, of course.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

You're weird. It's a bloody tip and I didn't much care for the place even when I did live handily close because the staff were tossers, the punters worse and the bogs an open sewer.

Of course, these were all the things that made Copperfields in Cheltenham my favourite pub in the whole world ever. However that was the 80s and when I was that age, dodgy pubs were excellent and a 'fine select of cask ales' were for sad old fucks with beards and their own mugs behind the bar.

So it seems to me that the people calling for real ale, no smoking, no PA and well-lit and plentiful bogroll are carefully forgetting that they're not the target market for scruffy pubs.

Close the place. No great loss.

[reddragdiva]

I walked in and had an immediate feeling of "ahhh, this is right." And remember I had just come from Melbourne and my favourite goth club ever, Blue Velvet, just around the corner from my house, which I was thoroughly in never-shut-up-about mode about at the time, so I knew that feeling well. Horses for courses.