In Edinburgh on business, I went into a pub and ordered a pint of best with a double scotch chaser. The landlord poured the drinks and said "there you are Sir, pint of best and a large malt. That'll be 55 pence."
I said "55p? That would cost me fifteen quid back in London." I sat down, and noticed a couple of blokes chatting at an empty table. "Not drinking then lads?" I asked. "The prices in here are unbelievable!"
"I know," replied one of them. "Why do you think we're waiting for Happy Hour?"