I remember being in some cesspit of a Cuban-style Gormlessarium somewhere round the back of Holborn once. Some cunt on the bongos and swarming with Office sorts and put-on-a-jester-hat-and-make-the-peace-sign-in-front-of-something-shit-for-a-photo type tourists.
At one point a man in a pink shirt made that high-pitched "Brrrrr" noise too. [shudder].
Also - I defy anyone to have a drink at The Pint Pot on the platform at Kings Cross without welling up at the grinding ennui of our meaningless existence.