I'M hurt dear readers. Hurt, upset, even slightly disappointed in you all. During the past week I have been subjected to a concerted campaign, a glut of what can only be described as hate mail, all intended to rattle my status as the prince of the pub review. I have been called a "philistine"and "stupid"with kind reader even comparing me to Jeremy Clarkson, ("people listen but don't take any notice.") As I wiped away a tear and dragged my shattered pride from the gutter, it became clear you all seem to agree on two things. I'm an arrogant, self-centred prat who can write a pub review about as well as Desree can write a song about life. I'm an arrogant, self-centered prat, with no respect for the history and traditions which lie behind the watering holes of our area. Well, we'll see about that. This week's featured pub is the Edmund Halley. He is famous for being the first man to predict the return of a comet, the so-called Halley's Comet, which was last seen in 1986. Halley was born in 1656 and educated at Queen's College, Oxford. Later in life he was to become a leading expert in military fortifications and spent much of his time working in Greenwich, until his death in January 1742. Other famous Halley's include Bill Halley, who had a hit with Rock Around The Clock and of course, Halle-y Berry. Enough history? Can I talk about the pub now? Good. This is a fairly standard JD Wetherspoons establishment cheap drinks, food, decor. On the plus side there is a surprisingly wide selection on the taps with Carling, Stella, Fosters, Abbots and Pedigree all on offer and in most cases for under £2 a pint. Bargain. The food proved to be more disappointing. I went for the chicken burger and chips (£4.55). Boring burger, tasteless chips. Apart from this, the pub scores fairly well with three fruit machines, clean toilets, efficient staff, friendly lunchtime atmosphere. This boozer is nothing special but it is worth a visit. Mind you, if my postbag of the past week is anything to go by, you don't listen to me anyway. I'm off to watch Top Gear. At least Jezza knows how I feel.