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The Wetherspoons down the bottom. God Gawd. It is like God's waiting room in there. Have a friend that calls the old men in there "grippers" at they hold onto their pints for dear life and never seem to let them go.

The problem with that place everybody knows everybody. So if you're not a regular you just get stared at when you walk in. Just like one of those old westerns where the new guy in towns walks into the bar, the bar goes quiet and everybody is looking at him.

Drank in there a lot as a teenager and in my early twenties. But you're right it really is a toilet. As for paying 4.10 for a pint. Unbelievable. Agreed far too crowded. Full of pretentious Pete Doherty/hipster types. Avoid like the plague. Late license. It was always fun to plough into...