While my first impressions of previous pub Belushi's were bad but then improved, the good feeling that I had when we entered The Price Arthur didn't last long. My initial feeling was based on the fact that, as well as being an oasis on our walk from Camden to Euston, the pub not only stocked Aspall cider for Shelley but also sold one of my favourite beers namely Cumberland Ale. However once we took our seats in this dark pub we noticed that there were only two other punters in the place presumably down to the fact that firstly the place had almost certainly not had a lick of paint since about 1973 and, secondly, the music that we were subjected to was more dreary than a cross between Coldplay, Radiohead and The Smiths.
After visiting the toilets, that were like the infamous scene from Trainspotting, we quickly finished our drinks but left with a spring in our step after realising that we'd got just enough time for a quick drink in one last London pub before catching our train home.
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