What your favourite pub says about you

With dozens of drinking spots in Aber, it can be hard to choose where to go on a night out. Through extensive research, we’ve managed to pinpoint the type of people that go to each of Aber’s biggest watering holes.

Cambrian

You’re a fresher who hasn’t gotten over the novelty of Cambrian cocktails. Whilst there’s hundreds of cocktails, there’s maybe a dozen  worth getting. On a busy night you’re probably not going to get served at all, despite the best efforts of the superhuman bartenders. Besides it being one of the most packed pubs in Aber, it’s a charming place for a game of pool during the day.

The posters are pretty fun to steal too

Angel

You’re either some rocker/hipster type who still thinks it’s 1989, or it’s four in the morning and you’re treading the fine line between having a good time and having to go and pray in the toilet bowl. Either way, you’re definitely not a fresher – freshers are put off the Angel for some reason, until they stumble in and realise that it’s actually a pretty great place.

It has its own special charm, really

Harry’s

There are only two types of people who go to Harry’s on a night out, those ordering Harry’s signature Gaa whilst trying to avoid the sports socials, or those on the sports social chanting “get it down, you Zulu warrior”. In either case, any night that starts in Harry’s ends in Yokos, as much as the two types of people that frequent Harry’s might try and distance themselves from eachother.

The kind of wanker you find at Harry’s

Beechings

You’re either here for the tequilas, or someone you’re with is. If you’re not knocking back shot after shot of the good stuff you’re probably nervously  sipping one of their 241 cocktails, still mourning the loss of Salt. £1 tequilas aside, Beechings is a pretty average pub, and whilst a perfectly nice place to drink you’d have to be really boring for it to be your favourite bar.

Not so average during Halloween

Harley’s 

You’re only here because it’s not acceptable to go to Pier Pressure yet. Despite this, Harley’s tends to have some of the more attractive patrons in Aberystwyth. Is it the lighting? Is it the cheap shots making everyone look just a little bit better? If you’re a smoker you make a bee line to the best smoking area in Aber, and if you’re not you probably get dragged out into the cold anyway. At some point in the night you turn around from chatting to someone and the entire bar has filled up, and god help you if you need to use the Ladies’.

All about them Harley’s pitchers

Rummers 

You don’t mind mingling with your lecturers when drinking. After all, you’re in Rummers you’re not going to get smashed. If it’s not vodka tuesday you can’t afford it, and if it is Tuesday it is too packed to get enough drinks. If you’re here more than once a week, then the chances are you’re the sort of person to have a favourite philosopher. Obviously you prefer live music to “that chart crap”, even if it’s an endless run of singer/guitarists singing the exact songs you come here to avoid, but slower and with the odd wrong chord.

Them reggae nights tho

Pier Pressure 

Do you want to listen to all the hits of the early 2000s? Of course you do, that’s why you’re here. Who needs actual club music when you can listen to Papa Roach and the Backstreet Boys.  You dislike Yokos and the people that go there so much that it’s worth putting up with the birthday shoutouts and the constantly changing drink prices to avoid it. The no-drinks-on-the-dancefloor policy means that inevitably one of your group ends up standing with all the drinks.

Backstreet’s back

Yokos

You’ve been fuckin’ smashing pints all night with the lads and now you’re caught in the queue to the bar, but it’s okay because there’s a propa fit bird checking you out. The tunes are banging and the drinks are cheap, and as long as you can get smashed you don’t care how sticky the floor is or the way the queue to the bar sprawls out onto the dance floor. If Yoko’s is actually your favourite place in Aber, you’ve never been there sober. At least you didn’t pay for entry, unlike those Pier Pressure weirdos.