The Flying Scotsman, Caledonian Road

After a gruelling 3hr rail journey from Durham, the Scotsman provides a welcome I'm sure you can't get in any other part of our wonderful capital. The smell of stale pi$$ (might be the beer..probably both) wafts through the door, anticipation mounts as you walk around to the 'stage' to see which lovely is performing and then you are sucked into a lovely vortex of sleaze. Go again when you are hammered and it takes on a sort of homely, welcoming atmosphere. My next homecoming is 6th October at roughly 12:30pm..look forward to seeing you then girls.

22 Aug 2007 13:05