That Father Jack looking fuck, who threatened not to pay staff and suppliers at the begin of Covid, has basically climbed over corpses reopen.

To be honest, even if the red-faced cunt offered to fellate me while drinking a £1.29 pint, I still wouldn’t pop in.

It’s now been made even easier to avoid the wobbly necked wankers establishments with the launch of the Neverspoons app, which will direct you to small independent establishments that are not owned by the Himmler of Hospitality.