Signs of the Times 7

Now, we all know I like to drink good beer with good friends down the pubs of Albion, but as I said I am compelled to spit my Blakean bile at the number of signs telling us wot not to do. And here we are again, dogs and bitches. In a slightly more upmarket venue, The Feathered Nest, we don’t have to control our children like at the Eight Bells but we do have to keep our paws off the seats. No blacks, no Irish, no dogs on the chairs!

Last orders of Summer at the bar, please. Orders that must be obeyed at all times. Down, boy!!!!!!!!!!