The Lord Nelson

I don’t mind this pub actually. They have a jukebox packed with amazing 90s tunes AND most importantly, Let’s Get Ready To Rhumble. And this time, I was allowed to play it. Twice. And everyone danced. Great pub.

There are very very very very few reasons I can think that I wound return to The Lord Nelson. I only ventured here due to the Subcrawl and I won’t be back until I am on another one.
I am told it is definitely part of the official route so it was not one that we could avoid. In fact on the day we visited there was only 4 other locals in the bar so when ten of us rocked up it actually felt like we were getting off quite lightly in terms of getting the full experience. A quick beer from the kitty and we were on our way again.
This is a rangers boozer. If you like pictures of Gazza pretending to plate the flute then I am sure you will love it. If that ain’t your cup of tea then I would give this place a body swerve.

From the offset, it should be noted that I am probably of the wrong persuasion to walk in here. If you’re easily offended by Rangers and all things Rangers, The Queen and Rule Britannia related, definitely stay away.
A picture of The Queen watches over the bar; a picture of Gazza playing the air flute adorns another; over the bar is a picture of Ibrox, and all around it’s just RANGERS.
It is dirt cheap, in both drink prices and feel. It’s not somewhere I would willingly choose to go, given a free hand, but it IS a part of the Subcrawl route, and as such, it will draw in a fair business.
The folk in there seemed quite happy to put up with 10 folk wandering in off the street and at least three trying not to look uncomfortable! Not even Briony attempting to play her favourite song on the jukebox seemed to upset them; I’ll save her embarrassing secret for her to reveal ;)
If you’re a Rangers man, then you’ll be fine in here. Other walks of life will probably not enjoy as much.

Nicked in here after a meal at The Village next door.
I did not want to go in but the Finance Manager wanted a pint after his Chicken Bahrati. I disagreed but I knew I had to follow since senior personnel dying while in your care was not good for job progression.
We ducked into the dark bar and were surrounded by the Blue-​Memorabilia. Like a war-​room constructed when Ibrox decides to take on Scotland.
Now, I am not a Rangers or Celtic fan — I have kept out of it for a reason. All of those reasons resonated through this pub like a low hum of violence. It is not a dirty dive bar (I have survived the Rutherford), it is the atmosphere set by the patrons that gives this place its badness.
Anti-​Celtic sayings festooned the backs of a couple patron’s shirts and I knew we had to leave soon.
I drank my pint fast and urged the Manager to do the same. Got out and then he wanted to walk through Govan back to the building. The man had the survival instincts of a lemming with a death wish.
Stay away — there are loads of other pubs.

The exterior of the Lord Nelson is a vivid blue, which should hint at the theme inside. Pictures of the queen and Rangers shirts are displayed everywhere, and we got an uneasy feeling as if we were unwelcome from the moment we walked in.
It was full of old mental semi-​retired neds watching the Rangers match and shooting sidelong glares at us. The pub was very cramped, exacerbated by an attempt to cram a big pool table right in the middle. The seats were right up against pool table and made it very awkward.
However, their drinks were very cheap, but I would advise you to drink up fast.