Bleak House

Things really are looking bleak indeed! I had the misfortune of meeting up with a few friends for a light tipple. I can’t remember who chose the place, but no doubt it was chosen by an absolute numpty. Let’s face it when you have a group of freinds you always, and I mean always have a person in the group who you don;t really know. This person in time transpires to be an absolute jocky!!! Someone delusional you know, someone obnoxious who thinks they are better than everyone else and has awful taste in just about everything. Can someone please tell me how on earth do these people squeeze their beaks into a perfectly reasonable set of people!!!
Well I’m willing to bet it was such a persons idea to meet up here for a drink. What an absolute disaster this place is. I am just not going to bother going into detail why this place is so bad, mainly because I’ll come across as a hater. All I will say is please for the love of God stay away from this place, it is as rough as an old dog’s round ones!

The two things one would associate with the words ‘bleak house’, i.e.- Dickens’s vast novel and literally a bleak house on some windswept moor, are the two things that are furthest from your mind when you stumble into this Dingle boozer.
The Charles Dickens reference obviously wouldn’t crop up. Most of the people here probably think he looked like Gonzo the Great. However, it was a surprise how unbleak the Bleak House was.
This is a rowdy little pub crammed with all manner of knick-​knacks, most of them football-​based, and a lively band of regulars filling their air with anecdotes that don’t go anywhere and half-​remembered limericks. The pub isn’t amazing (many a brawl has happened here methinks) but it was a pleasant surprise that it wasn’t as grimly silent as a dead owl.