Some smoking damsels encouraged us to go into the larger swankier lounge, but we opted for the old-school bar, being as we were self-described 'stick-in-the-muds' and 'dinosaurs', which raised a right royal chuckle from them. O begod, weren't we massive! What a tonic! O jeepers I'm wet! But as for the bar? It serves beer. Next.

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