10 pence a whiskey

Four elderly men are walking down a street in London.

They turned a corner and see a sign that says, Old Timers Bar - all drinks 10p.'
They look at each other, and then go in, thinking this is too good to be true.
The bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, 'Come in Gentlemen! What'll it be?
There seemed to be a fully-stocked bar, so each of the men ask for a Malt whiskey. In short order, the bartender serves up the four glasses of pure malt....
and says, 'That'll be 10p each, please'
The four men stare at the bartender for a moment.
Then look at each other...
They can't believe their good luck.
They pay the 40p, finish their drinks, and order another round. Again, four excellent malts are produced with the bartender again saying, 'That's 40p, please.'
They pay the 40p, but their curiosity is more than they can stand. They have each had two malt whiskeys and so far they've spent less than a Pound.
Finally one of the men says, 'How can you afford to serve malt whiskey's as good as these for 10p?'
'I'm a retired tailor from Manchester,' the bartender said, and I always wanted to own a pub. Last year I hit the Lottery for $25 million and decided to open this place. Every drink costs 10p - wine, liquor, beer, it's all the same.'
Wow!!!! That's quite a story,' says one of the men.
The four of them sipped at their drinks but couldn't help but notice seven others at the end of the bar who didn't have drinks in front of them, and hadn't ordered anything the whole time they were there.
One man gestures at the seven at the end of the bar without drinks and asks the bartender, 'What's with them?'
The bartender replied, 'Oh, that lot! They're all old Bootnecks from Plymouth. They're waiting for happy hour when the drinks are half price.'