Photo Source: Unsplash “There are two kinds of people in the world,” said Jeff, staring into his half-drunk glass of flat lager. He paused and looked around, hoping for an appreciative audience and finding none. A pause in a place like this was an eternity of shattered dreams and hopeless inevitability but gone in a flash to be replaced by another. It was one of those pubs that hadn’t changed the décor since the smoking ban of 2007. The peeling, yellowed plaster drooled from the ceiling...