I’m a traitor to Britain – I can’t stand pubs

I was that rare species of Brit who hated the pub (Picture: Edward Moore)My student flat was an absolute dive – it had stains on the carpet, washing up in the sink and the shower was only ever freezing or scalding.It was an absolute cliché, but I loved it thereI had spent the first eighteen years of my life living with my parents, so to me it was a palace. Albeit a palace without a working thermostat.But there was one thing I had to contend with – it was the dream house