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The Crown Inn

Pub review

They say:
"I really liked Claire Foy as the Queen but got a bit confused when Doctor Who showed up pretending to be Prince Phillip. Good work Netflix, keep it coming." --Craig Savage
4/5

I say:
A kill the time pint near the station as the fates of long distance public transport sneer at me again. It's busy for mid afternoon on Thursday. The music is loud and the patron in the corner sings along. It's the standard mix of retirees and tradies done for the day. They seem to know each other well, especially Vinnie who firmly grasps Gazza's testicles by the side of the bar. The beer selection is the worst so far in Bridgwater and I settle on a Stella the better to blend in though I resolve NOT to beat my partner when I get home. The work clothes and wheely suitcase don't give much me much chance at looking like one of the lads alas. To my barely concealed dismay I'm a day late and a pound short for the meat raffle. Deirdre at the bar (for that must be her name) mistakes her halfmade gin and tonic for the dregs of her old one and splutters in shock at the brutality of the straight liquor. Banger enters the pub and the singing patron launches into happy birthday. I weigh the merits of joining in but decide against. The singer only gives it one verse before his friend reminds banger he's an old bastard and the festivities are over. Funnily enough my train is also due, adieu.
2/5
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Location: 96 St John St, Bridgwater TA6 5HZ, UK

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