| Comment | For some reason I've been dragged into the Counting House numerous times over the years. I don't know why so many people seem to think it's the right place for a group of friends to meet up. It's shite. You stand at the bar forever, begging to be served. This has happened to me every time I've been there. Quite often the punters at the bar whinge at eachother in solidarity about how long we've all been ignored by the staff. |
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