THE MIRE YEARS - WAS IT ALL A DREAM ?

 THE MIRE YEARS - WAS IT ALL A DREAM ?

Drunken days and nights rolled in to one huge humming dystopian epoch, characterise memories of the Mitre. .......

Damp cheese and onion rolls and pickled eggs fermenting in specimen bottles perched on the bar. Just what you need on a Saturday afternoon as you start your all-day session.

Sunday lunchtime drinks, with peanuts, crisps and roast potatoes located strategically on the bar. 

Sticky carpet and beer splashed stools at the bar. The dart board surrounded by hundreds of pricks and the pool table ready for the next 50p.

Discuss !