Yesterday's post featured the sad sight of a dead pub in Fortis Green, North London . Did it die of natural causes? Or something more sinister? Perhaps we'll never know – because the cop shop across the road has gone the same way as the pub… Whodunnit?
Kingsley Amis once quipped that the three most depressing words in the English language are "Red or white?" "Red or brown?" on the other hand is a much more cheerful proposition…
A twofer today - two former public toilets turned into cafés. Toulous in Hampstead Garden Suburb… … and LooLoo's in Putney… Quite flushed with mirth I am. Tee hee.
It's Caff Week on The 38 to Clapton Pond! Each day a caff, a greasy spoon, a God's honest cup o' tea and a bacon roll sort of a joint… Legendary bikers' hang-out on the North Circular near Stonebridge.
It's Caff Week on The 38 to Clapton Pond! Each day a caff, a greasy spoon, a God's honest cup o' tea and a bacon roll sort of a joint… Welcome to Ken's Cafe, Green Street, where Bobby Moore and his West Ham mates taked tactics after training.
It's Caff Week on The 38 to Clapton Pond! Each day a caff, a greasy spoon, a God's honest cup o' tea and a bacon roll sort of a joint. I'm starting on Caledonian Road… … the caff opposite Pentonville Prison. Now look at the name again.
John Milton London born-and-bred, as well as London-born ON Bread Street. His CV includes the job description Prose Polemicist. One seldom sees opening advertised for prose polemicists these days. There's no money it it, I s'pose.
"Daddy, why's there a big red cupboard in the middle of the street?" An instructional scene on Clerkenwell Green as a dad tells his daughter how we used to live.