Wow, I thought it was just our Yates that attracted the scum of the surrounding area with it's sticky carpets and alcho-pop fuelled tarts swanning around the "dance floor" with a sense of misguided purpose trying to lure in a Craig David-a-like or violent charver.
Seems like they're all toilets, in which case good riddance. Sad to say though, but I bet 95% of them are replaced with an equally terrible chain of the same ilk.