Now the George is a place of great contrast, paradox, mix, opposites and all that and more. On the occasion of some bawdy soccer game, or a rugger off the place will be busy, loud and as welcoming as rain at a barbecue. However, when it’s quiet, which is fairly often, the George is quite a little oasis in a very busy area. Against all odds one can almost always be assured of a seat, especially in the current climate as the hordes stand outside.

The George has an old London feel, but for the (not too imposing) screens on the walls. The bar is centrally located and is a lovely old traditional wooden beauty. The decor hints at times gone by, you could almost hear the spirits of pissed up old gin queens during quieter moments.

There’s well kept real ale on offer, Bombadier and Courage Best if I remember correctly, and a good range for the lager boys. The staff were friendly and it’s always pleasent to be served by the landlord rather than a clueless young scamp. The pub itself is quite small, so it’s not ideal for large groups, and can fill up fast on occasion. For a quiet pint in traditional public house surroundings the George suits just fine.