Chasers

Me, lager. Finchy, lager. Gareth, lager sometimes cider, so different drinks for different…needs.

There are versions of ‘Chasers’ in every town in Britain. Terrible venues playing terrible music to terrible people. Personally, I’ve lost so many hours of my life to these types of place it’s untrue. I don’t mean that in a bad way – at least you know what you’re getting for your entry fee. As long as it’s got the hits and isn’t playing skull-melting drum n bass all night, I’m all for it. It’s a cheap night out and you might get to see a fight. Smash a kebab in your face on the way home. Magic.

Never been to Slough, though. I’ve been through it. I think that’s certainly enough. Sorry, Slough.