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… Continue reading THE ONLY LIVING PUB TICKER IN NEW CROSS
It’s a well-known fact that Americans only like 3 types of music; Pure Prairie League, Dylan, and early ’80s post-punk. Mark Crilley will get the title reference. We headed for Tower Bridge aimlessly, debating whether Robert P. McCulloch would have been better buying the Royal Oak to rebuild under the (ahem) Arizona Sky than the… Continue reading TOWER OF LONDON
I’d have been quite happy to stay in the Royal Oak forever, but I’m always conscious of my role as an ambassador for “Weird England” in showing visitors the joys outside the tourist route. “We’re in your hands” said Dave, worryingly. so we took them to Bermondsey. to see some railway arches. Our route takes… Continue reading SE1. MOOR BEER. THEN MORE.
Perhaps not the most surprising Top 100 choice (this is actually No. 3,171) but you’ll know my feelings on London soup, and it’s taken an overdue return to the Royal Oak yesterday to convince me. First time here I’m fairly sure I saw McGrath rip through the England 1st innings on Day 1 of the… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – ROYAL OAK, BOROUGH
I bet you can’t wait to find out what Mrs RM (seen above about to tell me off) thought of the Prince Albert, can you ? We’d passed Rose’s on the way up Hare St, and Mrs RM must have known there was no way we’d avoid it on the way back to the Thames.… Continue reading WOOLWICH – DAYS OF SIGNS AND ROSE’S