Remember the Lewes cafe that you'd been warned off due to fag ash pepper on the fried eggs? I had an hour to kill between appointments this morning so, purely in the interests of research, I called in -

! The place was half full of burly truckers

and abuzz with boyish banter until I walked through the door, when the silence fell thicker than the one in The Slaughtered Lamb on a dark night. <tumbleweed emoticon> To their embarrassment I ordered egg and chips and a mug of tea, which cost altogether £2 - that's TWO POUNDS! In LEWES! IKYN.
The place is passably tidy, but every inch of wall space is decorated with laddish jokery, bordering on obscene/racist in many cases, with disclaimers from the management about offence being taken and senses of humour being left at home. As far as I could tell - as I perused it all

- it was exclusively fairly horribly misogynist, except for the most inoffensive example which read, "Grow your own dope: Plant a man."
Gad it was like taking a trip back to the transport caffs we used to go into in Purley in the 1970s (sorry Purley!). I took great delight in spoiling the atmosphere by taking my time over my food, which was OK I suppose, and not a fag-end in sight. I savoured my tea slowly, and enjoyed overhearing the few feeble attempts at conversations about football that soon petered out.

I don't think they get many girls in there normally! Then I strolled out to my van parked outside and trucked off down the highway

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So, are you tempted to call in and give it a go on a weekday ride?