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The Moon Under Water. I came across this post in The Guardian yesterday and it struck a chord. After having lived in Scotland and London for close to 6 years, I do miss the pubs there. There was one in Glasgow called The Wee Pub at the Chip or the Ubiquitous Chip. I miss the names as much as I miss the pubs themselves. I digress. The Guardian piece. About whats your perfect pub had a link to a George Orwell essay which Ive pasted here. Heres a big cheer to the old fashioned Brit Boozer.

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The Moon Under Water. I came across this post in The Guardian yesterday and it struck a chord. After having lived in Scotland and London for close to 6 years, I do miss the pubs there. There was one in Glasgow called The Wee Pub at the Chip or the Ubiquitous Chip. I miss the names as much as I miss the pubs themselves. I digress. The Guardian piece. About whats your perfect pub had a link to a George Orwell essay which Ive pasted here. Heres a big cheer to the old fashioned Brit Boozer.

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