I remember being in those places that probably start with a W and end with some sort of cutlery!
I was the youngest in there on a Monday morning after a particularly horrendous weekend (a few to many times)drinking with the old boys! The places smell of shame and despair! Hair of the dog, the mad thing was I didn’t think I had a problem back then, I was 25 and completely oblivious. Makes me shudder just thinking about it.