Tiger Tiger

Oh dear. Ned City. Full of perma–tanned girlies and lads in the same shirt from Top Man. Even worse, men old enough to be your dad skulk around the bar hoping to brush past you. And that's not a word of warning exclusively for the ladies. Impressive inside, but you may find yourself having to delve into your overdraft to pay for the cocktails. It's like Footballers' Wives gone horribly wrong, and the straight faced bouncers may decide that actually, you're not getting in. Why? Who knows, they don't have to give you a reason – just count yourself lucky.

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