The

The Oh, here I am again.

Same old place, but always different.

Always the same, always different.

That's what I say about the moon underwater.

And I've noticed the blue bells are out, Robin.

Hmm, tinkling.

Yes, lovely.

Yeah, massive, massive blue bells.

Yeah, and they are actual bells. Yeah, and they are actual bells.

Yeah, hanging from every awning in the street,

it's something that the townsfolk here do

to encourage the onset of spring.

And I, for one, I for one am 100% behind it.

Oh, he's grabbed himself a canister from the banister, I see. Oh, yes, just a bit.

And I won't slap his wrist for popping behind the bar because those are the sorts of perks and

benefits that the regulars have here. Cans of cider in a pub, that felt like a very Bristol thing,

didn't it? Do you remember cans that sell Natch? Cans that sell Natch. Sorry, pub, that felt like a very Bristol thing, didn't it? Do you remember? Cans that sell Natch.

Cans that sell Natch? Sorry, sorry, pubs that sell cans of Natch. Imagine cans selling cans.

Yeah. The Can Man can. The Can Man can. Yeah. Pubs that sell Natch. There's always a bit of an edge to them.

Yeah, there's something pretty unique about,

I'm going to say this is perhaps the truest Bristol pub experience,

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