The Athaeneum, Camberwell
Anyone else frequent this now-defunct boozer in South London?

Plenty of 24 hour drinking sessions went on in that hallowed place. The fantastic landlord would close the thick curtains, lock to door, make the pool table free-of-charge and then bring round complementary rounds of Guinness until the last man was conscious.

There were some interesting characters who'd frequent the place, including the old old guy with the white beard and once-smart suit who'd sit at the bar drinking his liver away, never saying a word to anyone. He'd occasionally be seen on the Camberwell Road pavement in a pool of his own piss. Nobody know how he got the money for his enormous drink habit, and so the rumour got out that he was an eccentric millionaire. Everyone was really friendly to him in the vain hope that he'd philanthropically leave his fortune to them when he died.
( sm.pl.crt.rs I don't fucking know, do I?, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 10:03, Reply)