SO CLOSE TO CORNWALL, I HAD TO HAVE A DOOM BAR IN PLYMOUTH

It’s not fair. Simon goes to Plymouth in June and it’s like the last days of Sodom and Gomorrah (has it ended ?); students snogging (close your eyes, Colin), vomit in the Barbican, 8 pint Towers of Beer (almost a gallon, folks) on every corner. I go a month later and the most exciting thing… Continue reading SO CLOSE TO CORNWALL, I HAD TO HAVE A DOOM BAR IN PLYMOUTH