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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cowpie Zombie" data-source="post: 1426946" data-attributes="member: 17102">As a group of ghostly, thin locals begin a game of darts in the far corner, you realise one strange thing about this pub: the patrons are either completely silent (sitting with their drinks, staring quietly at their companions) or talking in hushed whispers.  It's more like a church or a museum than the loud, racuous atmosphere you've usually associated with an English pub.Then a young man enters who stands out as obviously as the rest of you.  His messy, shoulder-length hair just screams "Johnny Depp" and his torn jeans and faded green army jacket look like they'd be right at home doing graduate work at a laid-back university.  He stops, looks around incredulously, then walks up to where Tom is sitting.  "Good lord, I haven't seen this much inbreeding since my trip to Mississippi," he says quietly.  Then looks at Tom, as if seeing him for the first time, and adds, "PLEASE tell me you're an American.  Hell, I'll even settle for a Canadian."</blockquote>