Down near the power station - near the beach - was an old pub, not so amusingly named after a science fiction movie. Someone somewhere must have decided that there would be an above number of these sorts of aficionados hanging about after a mug of char at Sizewell Tea in need of something stronger than a lukewarm brew could provide. It was only a short hop to Leiston and the dreary wind-swept decay of a typical British seaside town which necessitated liquid refreshment especially after taking in the wonder of the imposing reactor staring sternly from the beach onto the grey North Sea.
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