After my slip up for day eight, you’d have thought I’d have made a real effort with day nine.

I didn’t.

This a pub near where I live called The Belle. A cool, hip, trendy (and a variety of other words that are presumably quite out of date and wouldn’t be used by most of the people that go there) pub filled with students and people from the ‘bohemian’ west end, it’s the greatest transformation of a place I’ve ever seen first hand.

The first time I was in there, it was called The Western and I was offered some bacon off the back of a lorry (“This morning love, don’t worry!”), a kiss from a man fifty years my senior and a job. It was a proper local pub, and while my I love it now, I really miss the ‘proper’ folk that used to drink there. I wonder where they drink now, after being punted unceremoniously from their local?