The Large One
Who's Next?
I tend to find that most Church Road / Hove City Centre bars are frequented by perma-tanned peroxide-blonde ditsies with false fingernails and ice-pink lipstick whose conversation is so high as to only just be within the human hearing range, dangling off the arm of heavy-mulletted, super-pecced, lunk-headed gorillas whose foreheads you could nail a dartboard to and still have room for the chalkboard.