In many towns, where there were once bustling streets, there are now rows of empty or transiently-occupied shop units. Like missing teeth in a mouth, they don't engender the best impression. But with long-term vacancy comes (usually) cheap rents. And where a traditional pub would lack long-term viability, a micropub can suit this situation down to the ground.
Micropubs are funny things. Often fitted out on a shoestring, they generally have a peculiar layout. Indeed, it's a singular experience drinking behind a former shopfront in all its unforgiving plate glass glory. But with their minimal overheads, they are usually cheap. And this, combined with the lack of music, lager and general modernity tends to attract the, shall we say, more senior end of the drinking public.
If you go to a micropub and listen to the conversation (which is easy as nobody can tell you're doing it) you will hear endless rambling tales of trouble moving around, lack of alcohol capacity compared to 40 years ago and, sadly, the sheer bloody tedium of trying to fill the days now they have nothing to do and ever fewer people to do it with.
It could be, as one popular beer Twitter person says, the world of out-of-home drinking is downsizing as an adaptation to a declining market. And it's true - if you want a quit pint and don't want to go to a Wetherspoons, then the micropub is often the only game in town. But what happens when there aren't enough enough codgers who were socialised in olde-tyme drinking left to keep such places going?