(someday, Pete's mun will learn how to spell and syntax...today is not that day)
Don't listen to Pryde, up there. She's a prat and it's open mouth, out falls basically everything, including her family's chicken soup recipe. If you think it's in bad taste, wait until you're utterly completely smashed out of your bloody mind, hop on the network, and then plug your job nonstop. That's my advice. Make it truly bad taste, so everyone remembers.
I drink at home. 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Sometimes I try to find a pub, but there's very few that are even remotely suitable, and they're quite the wretched hives of scum and villainy filthy hell holes.