Closing early
There was (and probably still is) a wonderful establishment in West Hampstead (that's in London for those folk who may not know, because, you know, there are actual people outside of the South East of England that can read), called Latelys(sic).

It's the epitome of what the Americans would call a "dive bar" decked out in neon which semi-illuminate dark corners where "interesting" regulars lurk - so, a bit like B3TA then in some respects. It served as my first introduction to Absinthe, but it was on my second visit where they really set out their stall.

As my friend and I drank well into the night and befriended one of the regulars, an ex-bare-knuckle fighting mountain of a man, the owner suddenly announced that he would have to close early as his wife was ill so needed to get back to her. This was at 5am on a Tuesday morning.
( @><|= w0nu!) or cunt to my friends, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 10:50, 5 replies)

In West Hampstead?
Crikey. It always struck me as a bit posh for any proper pub, let alone a rough one.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 13:54, closed)

That's what made it so good!
It felt edgy without too much of the real danger part.
( @><|= w0nu!) or cunt to my friends, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 15:12, closed)

I live in West Hampstead. I don't think Latelys still exists. Whereabouts was it?

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 14:59, closed)

Horay, it does!
goo.gl/maps/XA2YO

At least it did last year: www.designmynight.com/london/clubs/lately-night-club-west-hampstead
( @><|= w0nu!) or cunt to my friends, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 15:09, closed)

This is at the top of my old road, and I never went it there. I feel robbed.
(cs1ca, Tue 11 Feb 2014, 9:35, closed)