Into Bankers they go: the students, the people who love drinking at nine in the morning, the groups of friends who have decided Wetherspoons might actually be a brilliant addition to the chosen list of pubs to visit of a night. While it's handy for a fry up, Bankers in Bedford tends to be busy, male dominated, and only good for a couple of pitchers to get you on your way. Or at least, that's how it seems when you're sober. When you're drunk, Bankers provides a long bar (often without enough staff), enough cocktails to sedate a small elephant for the same price as one in Lost and Found, and a whole heap of new men to flirt with (presuming you're single and not afraid of attracting a few weirdos).
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
