Usually, pubs called the Bridge House are in fairly ancient buildings but this Wetherspoons house appears to be roughly 20 years old. No matter, there are plenty of cheap ales and ciders to choose and I was tempted into an apple-based beverage from Gwynt Y Ddraig–a pint of Black Dragon with a smoked peat aftertaste and 7.5% ABV.
A few young women passed with one saying, “oo, let’s go back ‘here where the light’s good and have a look at your fake tan.” This was a deceiving start since, while the rest of their conversation was as insipid as you might have hoped, it was really more of a high velocity mantra-like repetition and rearrangement of six-to-ten words from each of them. An example from one: “…andthat’swhyI’mignoringherbecausesheignoredmeshedidsheignoredmejustlikethat [pause, breathe] yesshedidsheignoredmejustlikethatsothat’swhatI’mdoingI’mignoringher….” Very disappointing.
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