Part of the ubiquitous chain that serves up Antipodean beer and stereotypes by the gallon, the Covent Garden branch has its own backpacking hostel attached, and attracts a mixture of rampant travelers and local office workers up for a bit of a boogie and a chance of a pull.

A separate, always-packed club upstairs and close proximity to the delights of the West End make this more than your average Walkabout.

Guaranteed drunkeness and 'action' is the stock in trade of the Walkabout, though whether you'll meet a beautiful Hungarian lass who needs showing round London, or get into a shouted dispute with a giant from Western Australia about their glory seeking Chelsea fandom, is a matter of the purest chance.