December 2024. Bermondsey to the Barbican.
Thursday is my gig night in London. But it’s 2 hours till first act at the Lexington, and it’s £2.80 on the tube to Angel.
Let’s walk, heh ?
Well, it’s raining, idiot, and I’m feeling the consequences of that stupidity with a streaming cold this morning.
But what a walk !
To London Bridge, home to the UK’s most iconic beer house,
where lads in suits smash glasses and vomit underneath London Bridge (vomit scratch-and-sniff only available to Patronised readers).
All I read is doom and gloom, on BBC, Mumsnet and CAMRA Discourse, but all I hear is the joy and laughter of young folk enjoying our wonderful capital, as I cross into The City.
This wagon is in Wells Fargo, once a reputable family brewery.
Actually, I am getting soaked now, and make a first visit in a decade to Boots at Cannon Street. £20 for a lightweight model that then seems unwilling to open, which is why the photo of the Bell is so blurred.
I might have got a better shot inside, but as with Joseph and Mary ALL the pubs were full, which must have been terrible for tickers back then.
Apart from the Bell, not many GBG pubs in the City at all, not that you can use the GBG App while walking in a downpour.
But the rain doesn’t dampen the enthusiasm (sorry, AI generated content) of the Santa’s outside the Prince Albert.
Christmas parties in full swing, office staff working Tue-Thr, a buoyant tourist trade, all factors.
Walking past the London Museum now needed a pint. And a wee. I knew just the place.
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