The Leadmill
Allow the Leadmill to transport you to a flower-filled meadow, a country bakery with loaves fresh from the oven, a babbling brook on the French Alps... ah wait, that's just the naff air freshener they use to disguise the pongs of piss and puke post smoking ban. The drinks are so cheap you'll have lost your sense of smell within an hour of arriving anyway. Once the live music is done for the night, the Leadmill attracts gaggles of students and herds of binge-drinking locals for thrills and spills to the sounds of indie and pop-a-plenty.


