Oh the horror, the Utter HORROR.
This place should never have been made, used or even talked about. Perhaps the worst of its kind in Aberystwyth, Pier Pressure is the kind of place that appeals to people who will someday be serving you your fries. They know it as well, and will grasp hold of their brief moments of wealth, happiness and non-pregnancy/fatherhood in one of three ways: 1: Talking very loud, often with the use of soon-to-be anachronistic phrases like bangin', winner and minger. 2: Drinking until their livers dissolve and then either crying to their mates or arguing with them. 3: No-holds-barred fights, all comers welcome. Often the only way to cheer yourself up after a depressing evening at pier pressure is to go outside and watch chavs beat the shit out of each other with whatever comes to hand. You can join in if you like, a particular favourite amongst the noble men of punk-soc and indie-soc, who meet just across the road. And the noble women, for that matter. The ladies of punk-soc can hold their own*
* Helpful hint for the would be lothario: Whilst in other situations, cheesy chat-up lines might get you a slap on the face, punksoc will put you in the hospital. No shit. Don't even try it. It leads to horrible, horrible death.
on the plus side: they do have the "mega party" on thursdays & pound parties on fridays which is always a bonus for any drinking establishment. (you know you love pressure really)