Went to Hampstead yesterday for the first time in my life. The other half lives very well, don't worry. Anyway, they got hardly any pubs up there and the ones they do have are of the Wetherspoon (wine bar) variety.
Having dogded a few SUVs and Bentleys, we proceeded down to Belsize Park where we found some great Irish joints. The ashtrays were so old, the wipe marks of time had literally stripped the paint off of them.
Down the road from Belsize is the polar opposite Kentish Town. Pubs galore here, but akin to Deptford (i.e. Damp, Musty, Beer/Piss).
I couldn't wait to get back to my tried and trusted Marquis Of Cornwallis. See you soon Brian, mine's a Guiness. Y'all are invited.
#29 August 2006
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You dissin my old manor Masters? You just didn't know where to look - how about the Spaniards Inn, reputedly the most haunted pub in the country and frequented by Dick Turpin. Or the Holly Bush, tucked away by Whitestone Pond, or the Duke's Head, where I spent many an hour drinking too much cider as a teenager. It may have changed alot since the late 80s (OK i'm showing my age here) but it's not all bad. Next time you need a tour guide.
Posted by: youcancallmesir | 10:35am 30 August 2006
Every time I leave East, my nose bleeds...
Posted by: Dan | 1:45pm 30 August 2006
I have too many wipe marks of time on my face
Posted by: Al peters | 6:01pm 30 August 2006
Sir,
I'll take you up on that offer anyday!
Posted by: ken | 10:07am 31 August 2006