OK, so it wouldn't look out of place in Royston Vasey as it is clearly a "a local pub for local people." (The landlady dries her knickers and bras on the radiators in the bar, which is a bit offputting. Fortunately she doesn't serve food.)
But it is the only pub in our village. Went in the other night with DH and the landlady and all her regulars (about six of them) were all sitting there puffing away. Fair enough, they all put their fags out when we came in, but there was still an unpleasant fug. She greeted us in her usual cheery way by saying "Did you want something?" Followed swiftly by "I've got no beer!"
I'd quite like to report her, but if I did, I think she'd have a good idea who it was, and it is a very small village, and we do still have to live here...