By the time we left the Globe we only had time for one more pub, a new GBG entry near our gig, but mysteriously we had enough time for shopping in Oxford Street.
This was a particular mystery to me, as I’d assumed we’d concluded our present shopping on 1 January, just as we do every year (same amount each year, too).
Still, it was many years since we’d seen the bright lights of a London Christmas, and I assumed the rail strike and general retail depression might make Oxford Street bearable.
And indeed it was. The decorations are more understated,
the shops more upmarket than I remember. Mrs RM bought some thermals in Uniqlo, where we noted 90% of custom was Japanese, but I won’t blame them for the Asahi bottles on the street as the Japanese would never leave litter.
McGlynn’s was full of Americans,
no doubt attracted by the cosiness of a genuine Irish pub at Kings Cross and the World Cup in o6 screens.
One of these Americans was INCREDIBLY loud and shouty. The Yanks can’t hold their beer, can they ?
It deserves a return visit, the local Porter (I couldn’t read the clips) was a tasty NBSS 3+.
Even without trains London seemed vibrant, our gig at a busy Lexington was a sell-out,
no doubt due to household names like Tapir, Bingo Fury and PVA.
I think this might be Tapir. Press play, anyway.
It was about time we had some artisanal food, we thought.
Good job Maccie D’s is 24 hour.