having just got back from the pub, i have now conjured up in my mind some names in which a pub could be named. it could be called the Black Bear or maybe The Goat's Cheese Inn. maybe a sensible pub owner would go for something a bit more traditional and name it The Stanley Arms, or maybe even venture for The New Queen. in fact, i have just visited The New Queen public house situated in Sopley, United Kingdom and i was pleasantly surprised by the atmosphere and aura of the place. being in a small village with a lot of land, one would presume that the general punters of such a pub named The New Queen, would be the average farmer, with muddy boots and stale sweat on his shirt, sitting rigidly on a bar stool, gulping down cider, lager, whiskey, any alcohol he could afford. however, this judgement would be wrong. the pub actually is a family run, warm, welcoming civil place in which you can sit and have a quiet drink with a few friends, or have a seat at a table and enjoy a hearty meal, selected from a variety of great British dishes. the cool sombre atmosphere of such a place would be in total contrast to the stereotypical view of it. do not ask me why i am rabbiting on about a pub, it just took my interest and now its got my mind racing about that weird places they are. places where people enjoy one anothers company, places to enjoy a good meal, places to escape to and have a relax...places to drip feed your body with a poison so deadly it kills 13.4 people in every 100,00 people in the UK. so kids, next time you step into The Copper Kettle or The Dog and The Duck or maybe The Railway Inn, think again... you may not realize what your letting yourself in for..