This must be one of the worst pubs I have ever been in. As you open the door you are greeted by huge clouds of smoke that is also desperate to get out. It is populated by the type of people that think Weatherspoons pubs are expensive. Burberry and fake bling abounds on the clientele whom wouldn't know a decent Bacardi Breezer as they were bottled by it, never mind a good pint of beer. The rest of the population is made up of old men, looking as if they had been sleeping rough most of their lives, getting quietly drunk around the walls of the pub on one of the knife scarred stools, hacking up as much phlegm as they can muster.
On one of the two quick visits I have made (mainly as a stopping off point to use the particularly smelly toilets) I was able to witness a bar brawl between two young girls having of course first moved their requisite pushchairs out of harms way. And this was at 4pm on a Saturday.
I was gracious enough to give it one point as the beer is cheap and so I didn't mind leaving most of it as I beat a hasty retreat.
Insider Info: apparently Yazz drinks there.