Come six o'clock of an evening in the summer (or pretty much any week day when it's not below freezing and/or chucking it down) this tiny street behind The Colonies pub is full of besuited boozers. Ironically, just behind where I took the photo from is a halfway house for alcoholics, where you'll often see dazed men and women drinking from two-litre bottles of ultra-cheap ultra-strong cider.
Mind you, given the choice between tasteless, hyped-into-popularity Magners and tramp cider, I know I'd go for the Ice White every time.
On the discman today: AM Tim Berne Fulton Street Maul PM Tim Berne Fractured Fairy Tales
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