The Flying Pig
You wouldn't think The Flying Pig on Hills Road would house anything
special. Stranded in the heart of the city's new business centre, it
looks like it's about to be demolished to make way for a shiny new All
Bar One. But walk inside and Itchy dares you not to be amazed:
posters plastered over the walls and ceiling, slow-burning candles
dripping down empty Jack Daniels bottles and grimy funk and smooth soul
pumping through the sound system. It's a cave of the finest
dinginess that feels like a shared secret. Screw the big chains! Get me
a pint.
Vicki
Stephenson

