The Bath house

There’s nothing worse than being hidiously drunk, wandering into a strange bar and attempting to order a pint, get to the toilet and write an entry for your blog while friends are beckoning to you frantically from the entrance to get a move on to catch the tube to our next designated location. Okay so I wandered off course and reflecting on my notes I was apparently attacked by a large dog once inside, the tables were very close together and the pint i did buy cost £3.20. The toilets I noted were lovely. From what my memory retains it was a very local-feeling pub with a sense of community but rather chaotic and odd at the same time. In one of the strangest places to be in london at midnight on a Friday I would have to say that this small establishment was a far cry from anything remotely exciting, cheap or cheerful for someone of my calibre, drank my drink and moved on as instructed.

Overall 4/10.