Sunday the 15th August (yes, I’m that far behind) and still no sign of summer.
But London is always hot due to the smog, so on a visit to my parents I made arrangements to visit London’s hottest ticket.
Thrillingly, my first visit to the capital since that fateful day in November when the pubs closed.
Even better, James wanted to come with me. “Don’t worry, Dad, I don’t mind you going in pubs”. He’ll go far.
In truth, after 8 months in Sheffield he was just keen for new sights. Starting with a pleasingly busy 16:11 from Waterbeach to King’s Cross, looking as majestic as ever (King’s Cross, not the Beach).
Matt had been a regular visitor to Camden, going to metalcore gigs in Kentish Town and Camden until the lockdown, but James hadn’t set foot in London since the days we saw City grind out 0-0 draws at the Emirates.
I suspect he cared not a jot, but I felt obliged to point out St Pancras Old Church and the home of Rimbaud.
“Situations have ended sad,
Relationships have all been bad.
Mine’ve been like Verlaine’s and Rimbaud.
But there’s no way I can compare,
All those scenes to this affair,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go…” Dylan.
Yes, that Rimbaud.
James just focused on keeping up and knocking 30% of the estimated travel time on Google maps.
He also needed the loo. The immaculate Golden Lion had lovely loos.
And some lovely Charrington fittings.
Oh, and giant sunflowers.
A typical one bar North London pub, with pork pie hats, and Chaka Khan playing and a sense that pubs are pretty much back to normal.
I had a Sambrook, as Butcombe seemed out of place, and it was… decent (NBSS 3).
James asked for beer so he had a Neck Oil, the national keg beer of London. Frankly, I wished I had too.
Oh, and they said “Bye” and “Thanks” when we left. Always nice when you get that.