The Lord Raglan, St George

A small street corner 'boozer' frequented by scaffolders and builders in the late afternoon through early evening. Later on it's empty.

Big on TV's and sport, bigger on vulgarity and rampant nationalism, not welcoming to minority groups nor to women. Most sentences heard in here are littered with expletives.

Some Saturday night entertainment often rather poor, beware, the door is locked at 10:30pm lest anyone else should want to come in and spoil the fun...

Interior decor is 'interesting' with plywood tables, falling apart stools and ancient bench seating that is collapsing in several places.

Newcomers are welcomed with a stare and stoney silence whilst the locals' pitbulls roam over the seating growling. This is not a welcoming pub. Inexplicably the outside lights are turned on during the daytime, possibly the landlord does it whilst he's still sober.

Occasionally rather dodgy looking bar snacks appear which everyone seems to avoid. Crisps on sale are often out of date and as for the shady looking sandwidches on offer....

And on to the drinks. I've seen "Stella" darker than John Smiths in here, whatever it was, it wasn't Stella. This is a recurring theme, either the pipes are all criss-crossed and it's a random beer that appears or there is some skull-duggery afoot. Nevertheless the locals seem to be able to get off their heads on it. Often two or three real ales on which are rarely touched by the locals, they are just there for catching out visitors. This isn't a real-ale pub, either you drink "Stella" or "Natch", poured from off-licence size bottles.

Practically any other pub in the area is better than this.

5 Apr 2012 13:53