This man, this white-shirted individual making his way into The Cross Keys, has the right idea. He’s after a pint in a Proper Pub, and that’s what he is bloomin’ well going to get… Follow his lead, people. When I stumbled across it on one of my walks through the awesomeness that is Covent Garden, its… Continue reading The Cross Keys, Covent Garden – A Proper Pub
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Night at the Museum
It’s one of those things I’ve always meant to do, but when it comes down to it, the pub on a Friday night somehow always wins against the ‘lates’ events at many of London’s museums. After a busy week, a glass of vino in the comfort of a (cheap) pub seems less effort than a… Continue reading Night at the Museum
10 thoughts I have when I travel on the Central Line
1. Is it just me, or is everyone refusing to stand on the right today? 2. I should offer my seat to that lady. (Mental evaluation of potential age of lady). Will said lady be offended if I offer her a seat? (Is she that old?) Drama avoided: lady alighted. 3. 50% of passengers seem… Continue reading 10 thoughts I have when I travel on the Central Line
SACRED, Carnaby Street: A chain-free caffeine hit in Central
Carnaby Coffee Stepping off the tube at Oxford Circus is an ordeal that occasionally requires therapy. The crowds of tourists, taking selfies outside Topshop; the steel pan musicians, providing a soundtrack to the street; the Hari Krishna’s parading with their instruments – this is a flippin’ busy place. Rather than negotiate the heaving throngs of… Continue reading SACRED, Carnaby Street: A chain-free caffeine hit in Central
Just Espresso Yourself: The Rise of Coffee as an Art Form
You can’t walk down any street in the city without it becoming clear that coffee has become a ‘cult’ of sorts: there’s even a yearly London Coffee Festival (in Brick Lane, naturally – could it be any more hipster?). The coffee snobs, who won’t set foot inside a Costa, avoid Starbucks like the plague, and even deem Nero’s beverages… Continue reading Just Espresso Yourself: The Rise of Coffee as an Art Form
Texts and The City: Me and My Phone
Why running out of battery is actually a good thing. Being in London, or any big city for that matter, a phone is your lifeline. Even ‘meeting at Pret’ is a recipe for disaster when you realise that there are five of them on the same road. But we’ve all been there: the dreaded beep;… Continue reading Texts and The City: Me and My Phone
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