Like ODM I was gonna ask where's the Bar Before I bought the house I'm in now, we went to look at a house in Bolton, bit of a rough area which I'm used to and the house needed a bit of 'doing up' but behind the house was a huge double garage which had been converted into what looked like a mini British Legion, it had a full size snooker table. bar, dart board, pub tables dotted around , fruit machine and an old red telephone box in the corner that when opened had a plumbed in piss stone installed IMO it was worth the house price alone. Downside, was that it was a shared drive and the couple next door looked like fucking pshyco's with cages full of pitbulls at the back of their house who told me they were harmless whilst they were snarling and biting the metal cages trying to get out and see who this new stranger on the block was. Alas Mrs Slick said 'Fuck that!' lol.