OK since Robbie has advised me against writing about Brommers too much, let us look at Sham.
The pubs in Sham were mostly large, bustling, working class places with pool tables & dart boards. Most of them are gone, except for the inevitable Weatherspoons in the town centre. Jeremy has asked me for figures regarding pub closures as a result of the smoking ban, that is a pointless question since official stats are not going to say that a government policy which claimed to improve peoples health has had any negative effects. Every landlord of every pub that was closing told me it was the smoking ban which killed his pub.
Yes there are a few small pubs still open, one in Lee next to the Polish shop has kept open because the Lib Dem idea of outlawing outdoor heaters never got off the runway. Go to Forest Hill, and you might find the odd fiercely cliquey place still open, where you are left in no doubt that your place is in the cold bit where the locals don't go.
But the OP arose from my nostalgia for the smoky City of London pubs of forty years ago. To enter into the lower bar, of The Clachan, with its smoke, music, dim lights, and everybody smartly dressed & looking for conversation, was to enter into a mysterious world where strangers became friends. That world has gone, scrubbed clean by those who tell me that the destruction of that happy other world was for everybody's good,
There were never any fights, I cannot even recall any arguments. Yet that agreeable world was destroyed by those who never entered the same, because they disliked that nether world and they saw fit to tell other people what to do.