Here’s the rub, my friend. Wetherspoons, like your grandad after a Sunday roast, has been shrinking a little. In the last few years, they’ve shut down dozens of pubs. It’s a culling of the Spoons herd.
Rent went up. Energy bills went up. The price of baked beans went up (a national crisis). So, Sir Tim Martin, the boss with opinions louder than his ties, started selling off the less profitable ones. That old pub on the high street you loved? Might be a vape shop now. Sorry.
