It feels like I used to live here. When it was different. And the same. Things look a little fancier though, a little more forgettable. Who remembers a wrap? But then I forget quite a few things. Like that I was still banned at a couple of the bars. The only thing refreshed was my memory. A bit dry going down. Some haunts still spooky, some had given up the ghost - vanished into the mists of time and beer. And speaking of which, it's still cheaper. The beer, I mean.