Shoreditch twats
I cannot put into words how much I want them all to die.

Not least because I met up with a girl from Newcastle last month (who had moved down to London as I'd moved upto Newcastle, I was up there for about two weeks before she moved down), I joked that I hoped she wasn't hanging around with too many cunts from Shoreditch as they'd turn her into a twat.

Guess where she lived, and where all her new mates were from. We haven't spoken since.

The next person I see wearing a trilby or those stupid thick rimmed glasses with plastic lenses is getting a frying pan to the bonce.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 15:03, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Do you think we could organise a cull?
One of my favourite-pubs-in-the-world-ever is just off Old Street, but it does mean I have to run the gauntlet of the border with Shoreditch to get there. The area's swarming with the fuckers and they all just look like the most infuriatingly useless and pretentious clungewits in this fair city...
(LongJohnBaldry, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 15:33, Reply)

which one?
So is mine, The Griffin on Leonard Street. It has remained a grotty old-man pub in the face of Shorditch fashion bendery, no mean feat.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 15:39, Reply)

Ever been to the Wenlock Arms?
Similarly, very much a local pub in defiance of the bendery. Superb beer, and sometimes a live jazz band stuffed into one corner if you turn up on the right evening. (Edit: about halfway up Wenlock Road)
(LongJohnBaldry, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 15:46, Reply)

I've not, that I can recall
Next time you're going, by all means gaz me and I'll join you.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 16:05, Reply)

Is The Griffin
the one with strippers for a quid? Or am I thinking of somewhere else. I stick around Liverpool Street if I'm drinking round there now. But I frequent Soho and Borough a lot more as to stay sane.

I thought I'd miss drinking around London but Newcastle is a million times more enjoyable.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 16:03, Reply)

that's the Griffin in Clerkenwell.
The Gun near Liverpool St is OK.

The Griffin isn't far from Liverpool St itself - up towards Shoreditch, left at The Light Bar and it's a left about halfway up.

It's a bit grim but, in the words of the mighty Lemmy Kilmister 'that's the way I like it, baby'...
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 16:08, Reply)

Figures!
I've completely lost all knowledge of London since moving to Newcastle.

I'm genuinely embarrassed and I hate myself for it. I got lost trying to find the John Snow in Soho last Monday, I nearly cried.

EDIT - Not the Snow, Tin Pan Alley off Charing Cross Road. Christ.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 16:09, Reply)