I'm back after spending christmas down with my parents and visiting old friends in the Land Of Insufficient Bandwidth.
There's still only one decent pub in the whole of the town centre (the Sportsman, on Sackville Road) with all the others full of jail-bait and rowdies with nothing better to do than drink shitty lager and pick fights.
So isn't it good that most of the time I spent down there had nothing to do with where it was and revolved around good company instead. And mead. Mmmm, mead.