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My local, frequented by musicians who make their own instruments from wood found in skips, performance poetry organisers, bulders, and locals. The wall poster for a Catalan liqueur reminds me of my time in Barcelona. There is also an open fire, and a bloody great nude statue stuck halfway up the wall. Seats out the front, and a small semi-covered and heated garden area, which I found out the other day is somebody else's front door! Good jukebox, good pub quiz Monday nights