It’s another early lunch at the Post & Telegraph on North Street, Brighton today (21 June 2011), 11.15 and it’s packed! Why? Well, because it’s cheap. Upstairs there’s an obligatory gay couple sharing an all-day breakfast; it just looks gruesome and cheap. Close by a Polish waitress serves up stack loads of oil-drenched onion rings to a Jack Lemmon look-alike alcoholic guzzling back a pint of Guinness. To my left there’s a vile looking woman with heavy mascara and more lipstick on her chin than lips. Periodically she lifts a buttock to ease the passage of wind. So why go to a Wetherspoon pub? Because it’s cheap, nothing to do with value for money – it’s just cheap. Sometimes you get lulled into a false sense of security and buy a grease-drenched dish and instantly regret the decision because it’s shit, and just cheap, just fucking cheap, rant over.
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