The Palm Tree would be very nearly the perfect pub, were it not for the No Free Water thing, which I've sadly noticed myself the last time I was there. Tight cunt made me buy a bottle of water even though I was also buying a second round of pints for me and Idle.
Edit: mind you, that was probably about six years ago so I could probably find it in my heart to forgive them. Might bring a big bottle of Evian and conspicuously swig from it in full view of the bar, all the same.
We'd been in there for about ten hours at that point and no one had mentioned clothes. We drank from early afternoon with one lad we know, he reached his limit and left then you turned up and we had a session with you too. All in work clothes.