The Lord Palmerston is a solid gastropub. Usual fayre, spartan look. It did however have a good line in locals and banter, which became evident when the various rugby types were barred from the pub for supporting the wrong team, and roundly abused across the room. It was all quite fun.

However binge drink culture appears to be taking over everywhere. To see a kid, probably still in nappies, vomiting on the floor after just being in the pub for half an hour was most disheartening. They can’t take their drinks these days. Luckily myself and my companion had finished our food and were therefore were not put off. However there is a simple moral to this tale.

Thou shalt not take nine month old babies to the pub.