Myrtle. Now there’s a funny name. You don’t get many of them around these days.

I bet my great grandma knew a Myrtle or two. I would even hazard a guess she knew an Esme, Violet, Edith, and Doreen too.

The only one I know is Myrtle Road, in Sutton, which is where I stopped off for a pint last weekend.

Tucked away between the tightly-knit terraced houses is the rather homely looking pub The New Inn.

But beware – should you find yourself checking those all-important Facebook status updates on your mobile phone such as ‘Tony is going to bingo tonight’ or ‘Sharon loved this morning’s Jeremy Kyle Show. LOL!’ as you walk past then you could easily miss it. However, some would say that’s no bad thing.

I walked in to find a right rabble of regulars propping up the bar. Their coarse line of humour had the barmaids cackling, albeit somewhat nervously, it has to be said.

Although the sun had long gone down I wished I had worn my shades because the glare from the sovereign rings and chains worn by some of the punters had me squinting while I chose my ale.

I needn’t have worried though, the choice was made for me. The only draught ale available was London Pride – all the others were off limits.

The interior of the New Inn is actually quite inviting with a mixture of dark wood and exposed brickwork, but I found the ‘BEWARE OF THE DOG’ sign on one of the doors a bit unsettling. That said, the term ‘rough, rough’ did spring to mind.

However, I kept an eye out for a particularly ferocious regular to walk in at any moment, just in case.

There’s no mistaking that the New Inn is off the well-trodden path for most people, but that’s one of the only things I like about it really.

Believe me, if you prefer to stick to the High Street for a pint then you’re not missing much, unless of course you like to hang around with a Chelsea-supporting, bling-covered crowd in Lonsdale sportswear.

How the pub rates(out of five):

Decor: XXX I thought it was quite a cosy pub with a nice feel. The exposed brickwork actually made it feel quite welcoming.

DRINK: X London Pride was the only option on my visit. Carling, Stella and Carlsberg were lagers on draught.

PRICE: XX £3.05 is becoming something like the standard rate.

ATMOSPHERE: X There wasn’t really one to be honest. People kept nipping out for a fag. Perhaps that’s where the atmosphere was.

STAFF: XX The girls behind the bar seemed nice enough.