It really burns the nostrils, and provides a perfect backdrop to a boozer heaving with rough and ready pub cliches: dodgy blokes selling knocked-off items? Check. Beer stained pool table? Check. An incredible array of nuts, crisps and scratchings? Oh yes.

The beer is cheap, and tastes it. They used to have Sky Sports, until it was taken away to save money. Then they lost their two massive TVs to debt collecters. I can honestly say this is the best pub in London to watch the BBC's football coverage on a portable television chained to a shelf.

Quiz machines, wizened locals and a jukebox add to the ambience. There's a pub up the road called The Pineapple which has great food, lovely beer, is often busy and doesn't smell of wee. Ponces. Go here instead.