Authenticity that Money Can Buy

I walk past this fake blue plaque every morning on the way to work. It is situated outside "The King of Diamonds", a pub that I have previously described as rubbish. Seeing this bold attempt to claim authenticity makes me want to vomit. I regard this pub as being below the scuzziest of all the JDW venues - "The Sir John Oldcastle". Quite frankly, I would rather buy a can of Stella from an off licence and drink in a red phone box than drink in such a shit pub. The phone booth would probably smell nicer (most have been used as a dunny at some stage) and there are lots of ladies to catch your eye - or chat too if you are so inclined. Much better than the sausage 'fest that is any JDW pub.

Blue Plaques are supposed to celebrate great figures of the past and the buildings that they inhabited. They are not to be used in vein by shithouse boozers trying to look authentic.

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The jury is still out to as what is London's worst pub. I feel it could be a tie between The King of Diamonds and The London Pub - what do you think?