apparently the hardest pub in europe

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franky i am not at all sure i should be sharing (or posting, if you will) this, as i really don't like the idea of it being seen as moi endorsing this sort of thing. no, not that sort of thing, look you see. but, ultimately, my chum Spiros is all excited about it, and i do feel kind of obliged to add things here frequently.

as regular (ish) readers shall well and truly be aware, Spiros is a chap renowned, if not famous, for a fair few things. other than being the greatest legal mind of his generation, he is of course a gentleman who thrives on making short term (yet mutually beneficial) friendships with like minded gents, invariably in public bathroom facilities. 

something else he is (reasonably) well known for is, inexplicably, putting himself in situations where he is quite likely to get his f*****g head kicked in. we, his chums, have never really understood this one, but equally we have never really felt all that compelled to stop him. 

generally, or at least for a good few years, Spiros found the best way to do this was by antagonising taxi driver, especially those affable, tax law abiding black cab drivers one finds in London (innit). regrettably, momentarily (or likely permanently) Spiros is unable to be in that there London, or the wider United Kingdom, due to one or two "misunderstandings" pertaining to accountancy matters and vague points of law. most happy day, then, that he has found a locale where he can easily provoke someone into a bout of fisticuffs. 

it was somewhat by chance Spiros found this place. so far as i can tell he urgently required some refreshment and this was the first establishment that looked like it might offer what he fancied. not long after going in, however, he left, under threat of getting glassed or some other harm befalling him. going on what Spiros said it seems the threat, or promise (more like) was made when he tried to take a few pictures. like the one below, which i have censored as (to be perfectly honest) i have no wish to upset the incumbent proprietor and it's really not something i would show off here, let alone frame and hang on a wall in my place of verk. 

cautiously, due to the nature of what was depicted on the framed picture, i asked Spiros what the rest of the decor, or style, of the place was like. he said the bar area was "like one big massive shrine to Tottenham Hotspur", which is a trophy winning association football team some of you may well have heard of. in the interests of assisting him in his wish (or desire) to get his f*****g head kicked in, i have suggested to Spiros that before he goes back he procures an Arsenal FC shirt to wear, preferably with "Campbell 23" printed on the back. initially he considered going in again but resplendent in some sports shirt or other off of Ireland, but this is now a pointless thing to do, what with so many bellends declaring themselves to be "culturally Irish". 

mostly, i suppose, i am sharing news of the self-styled "hardest pub in europe" for that special kind of English tourist. you know, the ones that go off to destinations which feature heat they cannot handle to drink alcohol they cannot handle and end up starting fights. often they manage to do this on the flight to wherever, causing everyone else's plans to be knacked as the plane is diverted and they are escorted away. for those that do manage to make it all the way to wherever they have booked (and most of them would not have a clue as to how to find it on a map) well, of you go. get yourself an Arsenal shirt and head to this place, if you really think you are hard enough. 

kind of related to the last bit, and indeed the picture above, is the question of whether or not Spiros has managed to have any sort of run ins or dealings with the constabulary. oh yes. recently he met a few officers from what he, for (fairly) obvious reasons, called the "dungaree police". surprisingly they were not there to detain him (if only they knew how close they were to catching him) but instead were on hand to monitor a "legends of rock" event. from what i can tell they were there to make sure only actual, proper legends were played, or paid tribute to, and were ready to make arrests if anyone played some Sammy Hagar or similar, awful tripe. 

to give clarity on that one earlier point, i am afraid it really is the "English" ones that think it is great to either get escorted off a plane or otherwise make sure they get battered when they find out just how hard they are not. don't go thinking it is anyone from the wider UK. for a start, it is of course famously so people who identify as Scottish do not go on holiday. as they are unable to resist telling everyone, usually anonymously from behind a keyboard, Scotland is so brilliant that why would they go anywhere else at all. 

yes, Spiros has (rather kindly) invited me over to his current place of residence, to visit this and do other stuff. alas i have had to decline. my current medical predicament is one which precludes drinking alcohol, with also far distance travelling striking me as unwise. besides, i have frequently seen his valiant efforts to get his f*****g head kicked in many times over the years. 

right, that's about that. if by some chance you were using the internet to search for something along the lines of "where is the hardest pub in europe and how do i guarantee getting into a fight", well, head to this place, preferably in an Arsenal shirt. i suppose a West Ham one would do at a push, but then again if your mindset is to find trouble i rather suspect attire is secondary. 

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