Here in Leeds I had just started to visit bars again.
I thought it was nice to get a friendly welcome, no hassle, and the table service seemed OK.
Tonight was different:
"Have you booked a table". "No" "Table xx is empty, but we have a reservation in 20 minutes".
Fortunately, the next bar had a table available and allowed me to write my name, (Donald Trump) in a filthy ledger by the door. Wonder how many virally infested individuals had handled the pen before me. The wine was almost a quid cheaper for a large glass as well.![]()
The buggers rang last orders at 9:20 PM. Everybody needed to be outside before 10:00. Neither rhyme nor reason for this madness.