Pubs
Jeccy writes, "I've seen people having four-somes, fights involving spastics and genuine retarded people doing karaoke, all thanks to the invention of the common pub."
What's happened in your local then?
( , Thu 5 Feb 2009, 20:55)
Jeccy writes, "I've seen people having four-somes, fights involving spastics and genuine retarded people doing karaoke, all thanks to the invention of the common pub."
What's happened in your local then?
( , Thu 5 Feb 2009, 20:55)
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My letter in the Independent about the Old Blue Last
Mine's a pint
Further to your article on "Scenesters" (Extra, 14 August). I was in the Old Blue Last once, which Vice magazine described as a "real East End boozer". While I was at the bar, a fully grown man, sporting a mullet and pencil moustache, rode through the door on a Raleigh chopper and ordered a cocktail. Now that the East End is being run by trustafarians, are there any "real boozers" left?
Browser, etc
( , Mon 9 Feb 2009, 17:03, 1 reply)
Mine's a pint
Further to your article on "Scenesters" (Extra, 14 August). I was in the Old Blue Last once, which Vice magazine described as a "real East End boozer". While I was at the bar, a fully grown man, sporting a mullet and pencil moustache, rode through the door on a Raleigh chopper and ordered a cocktail. Now that the East End is being run by trustafarians, are there any "real boozers" left?
Browser, etc
( , Mon 9 Feb 2009, 17:03, 1 reply)
That place
is Nathan Barley central. In Shoreditch the best pub is the Griffin: although still Barley-esque it maintains a real 'authentic shithole' vibe.
There are still some proper East End boozers - not least the Sebright Arms (sadly now due to be 'luxury' flats). They do an old-style (and completely irony-free) Music Hall/Variety night with 25-stone Mike Reid-alike taxi drivers sing Fank Sinatra songs whilst sitting down and wheezing, red-faced.
You don't dare laugh till you get home...
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is Nathan Barley central. In Shoreditch the best pub is the Griffin: although still Barley-esque it maintains a real 'authentic shithole' vibe.
There are still some proper East End boozers - not least the Sebright Arms (sadly now due to be 'luxury' flats). They do an old-style (and completely irony-free) Music Hall/Variety night with 25-stone Mike Reid-alike taxi drivers sing Fank Sinatra songs whilst sitting down and wheezing, red-faced.
You don't dare laugh till you get home...
( , Mon 9 Feb 2009, 17:16, closed)
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