@Ceili,
I gave up swelling with pride after my sojourn where the oil is pumped out. The human race is horrible. We all live in God's country. Or none of us do.
But I'll admit it would likely be awful in an ugly place with nobody interesting to talk to. But I can only guess.
What do you find interesting about talking about interesting conversations? We have them in the pub. We don't discuss them. We don't talk about ourselves like a sociologist might.
We talk about cricket, sex, football, stiff necks, cricket, shagging, the EEC, devolution for Scotland, growing tomatoes, cheap dope, Carol's boob job, betting, necking, beer, the accident last night, interest rates, feeling up ladies frocks, Sat's band, cricket, horseracing, jam making, local property prices, how things have changed, skinny leggings--that's all I can remember from tonight. I've forgotten last night but there would have been some similarities I should think.
On the bit of brightness there was Michelle's cleavage last Sat.