On the home straight now, as I declare on five GBG ticks and try to think of things to do while waiting for my gig to open doors at 19:00 that doesn’t involve researching pubs.
Here’s my “heat map”; bit of a midfield battle, isn’t it ?
The walk through Finsbury takes us past some notable political landmarks,
and some gorgeous (dead) pubs. This one is now a mosque;
But the Coronet, once an art deco cinema, is still a Spoons, so all is well.
The Coronet is the pub that my train thunders past on the way from Waterbeach to King’s Cross with The Arsenal on the other side.
I only stop for one of those fizzy Dalston rhubarb drinks (£1.20, bargain), but that’s my entrance to a magical world of octogenarian couples downing pints of Stella at speeds not seen since Mrs RM last hit the bar.
The Coronet was the busiest pub of the night, almost full early Wednesday evening despite any obvious draws nearby.
Long may it reign.