Belushis, Borough, SE1

This is not a pub; Its a bar attached to a hostel, and it is diabolical. It took four, count 'em, four attempts, to get the disinterested bar staff to turn the televisions over from the syndicated backpacker advertising they have on a loop onto the football, by which time the brilliant Diego Milito had already given Internazionale the lead, thereby rather spoiling my evening. There is no ale and a bog-standard selection of lagers served with awfully large heads. I only went in here in desperation to find somewhere to catch the football and will not ever, in a million years, be returning. Utter rubbish.

There is plenty of standard draught and lots of happy hours through the week for those who want to get plastered on their student loan money. The music is loud and there are plenty of screens for the Sky Sports, but I think that there are more relaxing places to watch the football than in here. There are bouncers on the doors and all who enter must have some form of ID to prove who they are. This is an area abundant with great pubs so I see no need to return here.