Bang wrote:
Exactly. Once a pub becomes a dive. It'll always be a dive.
A pub becomes a dive, down and outers drink in there, smackheads, pissheads, doleheads etc etc. It shuts down because only smackheads and co. are the custom. It gets new management. It re-opens. The old custom find out their old gaff is back open. They go back in. It's just a vicious circle.
And like BB said. If you stop those type of people going in, you have no custom at all. So you let them back in.
A pub becomes a dive, down and outers drink in there, smackheads, pissheads, doleheads etc etc. It shuts down because only smackheads and co. are the custom. It gets new management. It re-opens. The old custom find out their old gaff is back open. They go back in. It's just a vicious circle.
And like BB said. If you stop those type of people going in, you have no custom at all. So you let them back in.
Bless that summer of eighty-eight
On a bench outside the Ox & Gate
With a sponge, spanner and rusty nail
And a nice sharp piece of string
Didn't make sense then don't make sense now
But what the love's it matter
Martin missed it doing time
Some with smileys and bandanas
Some trailing heavy manners
From the darts to the bookies to the phone
To the bar to the cab waiting outside
The pub changed hands and word got around
Barred nutters flooded back from miles around
It was a battleground - it went off every night
Martin, Martin, I'm sure he's firing somewhere
Martin, Martin, fired up inside
He pushed it all two steps too far la la la la la
Long arm of the law
Martin missed it doing time
The back bar's cheesier, Big John looks queasier
Nostalgas easier as time goes by
But that nostalga thing says
'where the love you're looking?'
You just missed it doing tim
