You left me on the foot of the Isle of Dogs, you sods, contemplating getting back to the comforts of Kings Cross station (Parcel Yard, Ho Ho Noodles and all) or walking the half hour to my first South-East London tick of the Guide year.
What would you have done ?
I checked the rules at the entrance to the crossing, just in case it precluded tickers,
and made my first ever journey along the foot tunnel. I may make a YouTube video showing you how to walk through it, if there’s sufficient demand.
Greenwich was winding down at 6pm, all the pashminas and Prosecco pastries having been sold.
Fortunately McDonalds was open, so I had a third double espresso of the trip, one for each five miles.
Noticing I had one Spoons voucher that was about to expire that night, I popped in the Clock, a sort of favourite despite the functional building.
Not a bad selection, and well priced, but I gave up trying to get served after 5 minutes. Something had clearly gone wrong, or else I was invisible.
The stroll at dusk from tourist Greenwich to dynamic Deptford is an oddity, taking you over the creek, and past some thrilling street art.
Not many pubs on the way, with the Dog & Bell just out of reach, and WhatPub warning me off the Birds Nest with the word “bohemian” (that’s a joke, it looks great).
The GBG newbie is very London gastro, which I don’t mean in a negative way.
Well, perhaps I do if I visit at 3pm rather than 6.30 when food trade is winding down. But tonight it felt like a pleasant neighbourhood bar with a good mix of trade.
I’ve lost my notes of the banter, but the Wimbledon Copper got two ticks (NBSS 3.5), and had a decent head. Very un-London.
I was drained by now, and used ten minutes to attempt to work out a route back to Kings Cross. And failed.
So I just walked till I came to a station. Here’s the quaint little platform at New Cross from which I caught the train to the end of the line.
Unfortunately that was only Cannon Street, and the Spoons had just closed. I walked the rest of the way back through a near deserted Farringdon.
retiredmartin 
I must say the chairs in the “Open plan London” photo are among the most depressing I’ve seen in any pub photo– or maybe they chose them deliberately to make some sort of statement?!
Love the title of this one, I reckon Simon & Garfunkle would be pleased. 🙂
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Ha ! That title actually references a more homegrown talent, Mark.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Only_Living_Boy_In_New_Cross
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Are the songs musically similar?
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Paul Simon nicked it off Carter USM via time travel.
I just listened (to Carter, not S & G), they’re almost the exact opposite of each other 😱
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Those chairs are quite typical of the “shabby chic” style of pub refurb you get in South London (particularly Antic pubs). I guess I get used to that look after so many ! It’s the domination of food that gets me.
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How can you not drink Dark Star APA?
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The Dog and Bell up the river in Deptford is a great pub and so is the Plume of Feathers in Greenwich. Is that in the guide?
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Indeed those two are, Plume and the Wetherspoons are the only two in Greenwich, surprisingly.
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The days when Tolly’s and The Ashburnham were GBG regulars appear to be long gone.
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I like Greenwich. I love that tunnel.
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Quite like the Gate Clock -done fish Friday in there a couple of times -quite civilised on Friday lunchtime.Last time we went I left my scarf,which you would have described as a pashmina -pretty annoyed as it was a bargain in NT sale.There you go -more opportunity to mock my middle class tendencies ! (Ps I did replace the scarf but still don’t think it could be described as a Pashmina as I don’t drape it over my shoulders ! )
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Damn -posted twice -2 slightly different versions !
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More the merrier ! Binned the first one.
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Thank you -felt stupid posting twice !
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