The Jean Harlow in, not surprisingly, Harlow.
Many years ago some friends and I had about an hour to kill before a gig elsewhere in town. We'd heard it was a rough pub but thought we'd risk it as we were only popping in for one or two.

As the first of us touched the door handle to enter said establishment, a contorted, anguished looking face appeared to be slammed against the other side of the glass, followed by the unmistakable sound of bottles being smashed, lots of shouting, and them a woman screaming.

We didn't go in in the end.
(FartThroughAWalkieTalkie wished you were dead in ditch on, Fri 7 Feb 2014, 17:25, 2 replies)

i used to live in Harlow
and the only person I knew who'd ever been in there was an ex-con
( mictoboy shitting in your cunt since, Fri 7 Feb 2014, 17:26, closed)

The t is silent

(McChinaman banned, Sat 8 Feb 2014, 18:46, closed)