The Five Bells, Seal

The latest landlord is a nice enough chap and they've done a fairly decent job on the refurb, but my lord... the customers. Go there any time around builder / decorator clocking off time and it's like watching a documentary on Tourettes Syndrome.

Most of the regulars can't string a sentence together without it beginning, involving and ending with the word f*****g I imagine, in practice most of them do very little of their favourate word, and hence the sexually frastrated atmosphere that hits you like a brick in the face you moment you enter.

Definitely not a venue of choice if you want a quiet pint with kids, a wife or a friend in posession of more than one brain cell. It's a real shame because this last remaining pub in Seal attracts the armpit of the local community and makes most respectfull potential punters run for the hills.

18 Jul 2011 13:57