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Still going. I used to go hands more often, properly messy nights but I've not been for a while. I've had a few beers a temple recently but don't think I've been to hands since lockdown. Scott the owner died a few years ago, he was fucking mad. My favourite big hands memories were the trailer park boys refusing to sign my dick and repeatedly singing goldfinger songs to the less then Jake bassest at the bar because he was with a girl that was waay too young for him.
I used to see him knocking around a fair bit, likes to drink in the temple on Oxford road, I think that's what his "there's a hole in my neighborhood down which of late I cannot help but fall" lyrics are about, because it's in a old underground Victorian public toilet, good bar, don't mind the band.