Pubs change all the time. And by pubs, I mean the people that make them. Staff and customers leave with very little notice and usually very little fanfare, but more often than not there’s someone else around the corner ready to take their spot at the bar, whichever side it may be. As a result, most pubs are in a state of perpetual change, maybe not always for the better but they always seem to find their equilibrium.
Of late, our very own dingy watering hole has had some pretty seismic shifts (if you don’t know about them by now, then you don’t really deserve to) but we had found some semblance of normality. Well... Normality might not be the word but it'll have to do.
Then it happened. Brains landed.
