Don't ever, ever, ever, ever go in this pub. Unless you are partial to Otter's Kidneys.  Reflected in the window behind big Mark is the seafront promenade where the 'banners' photo was taken. Just to let you know.

This is a very, smelly pub; frequented by the Vigo Gay community (not that there's anything wrong in that, but Andy dropped a 100 psta coin and had to kick it out of the front door and down the street before he could bend over to pick it up. Joke © Bernard Manning 1984); and sells some of the flattest, mankiest beer this side of a JW Lees pub in North Machester I frequented once, who's draught lager and bitter was so awful that I was forced to take up drinking Guiness - at the tender age of 20.