I try to imagine a nice country pub of the old type. You get a selection of people in there - regulars, visitors, the old bore in the corner. And always a group of vociferous tub-thumpers at the bar, getting hot and angry with eachother. In walks a chap (or chapess) and everyone knows exactly what they're going to sound off about. And maybe a rather fat old lady in the comfy chair by the log fire, enjoying her half of Adnam's. And it'll be the same the next evening... and the next... Rather delightful really!