The Lost Hour, Greenwich

Well, it�s a Scream pub- so it�s well� like every other Scream pub.
Mock industrial look cut in half oil drums with light bulbs in them providing a strange orange glow on brown sofas, big tables and black shirted staff moping up spillage.
Soulless but strangely lively thanks to a generally immature bin full of students in search of yellow card discounted larger and Tequila chasers.
The weekend seems to bring a more sinister edge to the place as the usual army of tight shirted men descend on the place on route to the Venue.

Though bearable, all the fun of a dead box of cats

13 Aug 2008 16:27