Eek! Goodness gracious this place is an odd one.
The most recent night that I've found myself in here was with a DJ, the sort of DJ Peter Kay makes fun of but even louder.
Yes, the drinks are cheap, and there's a surprising amount of space but the fun stops there.
Now, I don't know if the reason I spotted so many horrendous pointers is because I was the designated driver, but my tipsy companions spotted these too.
The place smells like sweat and unwashed dreadlocks, I spent five minutes questioning my routine getting ready as to whether I'd applied antiperspirant until I clicked that it was the bar.
But the absolute worst thing of the night was the aforementioned DJ. How was he booked? How does this guy think he's good? How has this poor man's family and friends not been honest with him about how he appears behind his little rig of flashy lights? What would possess a person to blow a cheap PE whistle they're pretending to be a rave whistle down a microphone into speakers that are too loud? Is it possible to blame a pub for tinnitus? So many questions...
The playlist made it obvious that he was probably in his forties, thinking that all of the youth of today were clubbing in the early nineties, when much of the crowd that night were well after that. The cutting and mixing was alarming, and he seemed to have no idea about an audience. He started playing "I will survive", and everyone in the bar was singing pretty loudly and actually enjoying themselves, so what did he do? He stopped it after the first voice and started talking, and singing something different himself!! So the bar continued to sing along over the top of the DJ, and he just carried on ignoring the pub! Ha! Then he started singing karaoke by himself, then there was the most, I will politely say unique, rendition of all I want for Christmas is you. We all wanted to leave but the drunkest member of our group had wandered off.
At the end of the day, we were entertained by the DJ, but in an ironically awful, worst DJ I've heard kind of way, spending most of our time in there joking about how the place was silent when he shouted "EVERYBODY SCREEEAAAAM!!!", and how he seemed like the kind of oddball that thought when the crowd danced that they were dancing for him.
Bar staff were friendly, glasses collected regularly, toilets were grim, but a different unappetising smell to the rest of the bar. It's worth a laugh for one. read more
