Someone is going to have to do something about the plethora of kitset pubs in this country.
From Speights alehouses to Monteiths bars to Kiwi Pub Co outlets, it's getting harder to play spot the difference when you go out for a beer. They're starting to feel like a string of McDonald's, even if the decor isn't identical.
Regardless of the differences in layout, you get a nagging feeling of familiarity whenever you are in a bar that is part of a chain and has been laid out not as a place to unwind, but as a place to make money.
By that I mean nothing bad, just that you know pretty much what you're going to get before you even walk in the door and my breath remained resolutely untaken when I walked into the Flying Moa.