Eugh, I am so ill right now. And it’s not helped by late nights working at the pub down the road. Yesterday, a man came and asked for a double of the cheapest whiskey. And then two tiny cigars. And then he complained that during the Wimbledon fortnight this was the worst pub in Wimbledon. Ok, so if it’s the worst pub in Wimbledon, why does show up everynight, ordering a double of the cheapest whiskey.
And in the UK people don’t tip. Like, ever. Mostly the only tips I get are from Americans who are over for the tennis.