I visited a public house in Liverpool this evening called the Brewdog
You will be pleased to know I survived various beers including porter and compass x
The men's and ladies toilets were only separated by a wall of beer kegs

Shit hole

Conk

At pubs in Aus you have betting facilities (well in some of them), probably the only thing better about Aus pubs compared to the Brit version.

Anyway, there is a bloke at my local public house who is scouse. And every time I see him out of courtesy I ask 'having a win? how you getting on?', every time without fail he says 'I'm 4 gerrrrand up!', or 'I'm 6 gerrrand up! It should be more actually but ...' and he then goes on to tell his stories of woe about how close he was to winning a fortune. The only thing that changes each time I see him is how much he is winning. I sometimes think he is stretching the truth.

Here's what I don't get; years ago Scousers spoke softly like the Beatles which was recognisably Liverpudlian but that was it. Fifty years later they all talk in this whiny, aggressive, gutteral patois that sounds like they're being sick in a bucket.
Presumably Liverpool, like the rest of the country, has become more not less diverse in the last fifty years yet their accent has become a parody of itself.

Strange.

Almost as strange as their myopic world view.

But not quite.

In Dublin at moment hardly heard an Irish voice