Anyone know where I can find a scruffy pub with gritty wooden floors oak settles and the landlady balances a babby on one arm whilst she shakes a saucepan of boling peas with the other and lets in my dog and all is silence,no modern music,ie., no bang,screech and thump and the beer comes up from a cellar where alcoholic angels dwell and there are cheese sandwiches on the counter you don't have to cash an insurance policy to buy and-and pickles,slurp, O,I can't go on describing a pub in Heaven,it's too much. I'll wait until I die and go straight in.