This week, whilst Vince was down, we found the best thing we’ve seen coming out of the pub at 11.30 ever. A sweet shop. A real sweet shop. We’re still not quite sure why the 92 year old owner was open at such an hour (he insisted it was to stop him going mad), but at the end of the day, where else can you get a quarter* of aniseed balls at that time of night. Legend!

like kids in a sweetshop

*(to any political correct nutters out there, just pretend we asked for it in grams, ok?)