There's this pub near me in sunny North London. It's not like any other pub for miles. If you go in it's like a graveyard's waiting room. There are permanent old men that don't speak to each other at the bar. They stare at a screen that once had a bottom-corner pint glass obviously tippexed on. In there you still hear racist comments and it does indeed feel like you have opened up some interdimensional rift and stepped in. You step out pretty quickly, but there are a few of these places - provincial 1970s weirdo backwards organisations - left. If you muttered 'too many nignogs' some folk might laugh. They are nearly dead though and there are hopefully fewer and fewer lining up to replace them. Hopefully.