Tim Bobbin in Burnley. Went in on weekday tea time, place was rammed with pisscans dancing on the furniture.
Clitheroe Kate’s in Blackburn, fucking disgusting with draft lager that felt like you were chewing it rather than supping it.
Trades club in Haslingden, another establishment that gathers all the genuine folk.
McColl’s in Inverness. Went in for a challenge after it was described as the roughest pub. Afternoon karaoke tells it’s own story. Resembled the Star Wars bar. Was funny because I’d timed it on the bar crawl for my mates round and wanted to see how he’d handle ordering the drinks in this sweaty socks shithouse pub.