I know, 3rd pub thread, do one.

THE RED LION, POTTON

While not openly hostile, the mumbling landlord would clearly rather have served someone local than me. He restrained himself to glancing at me in an irritated fashion as i'd obviously interrupted his afternoon by daring to order a pint of guinness in a nearly empty pub (which he poured all the way up without leaving it to settle). I only stayed for one and shouldn't imagine i'll ever have another in there.

Also, a four year old chav in an england shirt called my mate a bumhead. Which was a pretty fair assessment and bumps the mark up to 3/10.