Bunch of miserable so and so's. Spent all day and night here so far on my own and not spoken to a single soul. On my 7th pint now. Apart from, is that seat taken etc nowt coming back. Asking for beer etc in my best Manc accent but still nowt. I know if it was role-reversal and a Cockernee walked into a pub round our way we'd be all over him like a rash. Mind you I couldn't understand them anyway as my hearing is bobbins these days. What?