Hundreds of rum fuelled memories in these bars:
stupid times downing whatever pint while my sports team egged me on,
the civillised cocktails dressed up to the nines with the girls as if we were on Sex and the City,
the late night deep talks that went in to the early hours with random friends sat on the floor in a dark corner,
but my favourite nights are the ones that spring to mind when I think of this place: the ones spent with you.