The Prince of Wales, Kennington

Jolly decent place, named after my cous Charles. Very nice area for a safe drink and curry nearby;especially if Fat Kenny's around to add up the bill. Must say, he's rather clever with the old sums for a former state school boy. Worth offering him a place in the Cabinet, if we can get the chairs strengthed and reinforced; that's if he doesn't burst first.
Good being with him around these parts with so many Lib Dems slumming it in these squalid little houses; surely people can find bigger houses to live in for a measley Million and a half? I suppose it's closeness of the Sauna around the corner that appeals? Haven't they bathrooms of their own?

9 Jan 2010 22:24

The Prince of Wales, Kennington

Jolly decent place, named after my cous Charles. Very nice area for a safe drink and curry nearby;especially if Fat Kenny's around to add up the bill. Must say, he's rather clever with the old sums for a former state school boy. Worth offering him a place in the Cabinet, if we can get the chairs strengthed and reinforced; that's if he doesn't burst first.
Good being with him around these parts with so many Lib Dems slumming it in these squalid little houses; surely people can find bigger houses to live in for a measley Million and a half? I suppose it's closeness of the Sauna around the corner that appeals? Haven't they bathrooms of their own?

9 Jan 2010 22:24

The Coach and Horses, Covent Garden

A spiffingly nice place,full of true colourful characters. Makes a change from having to rub shoulders with Middle class, Grammar school oiks in the crush bar at Covent Garden across the way.

9 Jan 2010 22:07

Ye Old Mitre, Holborn

Jolly nice place, off Hatton Garden;down a narrow passage way. Recommended to me by Boris. How he managed to squeeze down such a narrow old alley, left me wondering;great blond oaff? Noticed the gas lamp at the other end has been mangled, must have crashed against it with his bike.
The pub presently appears to be surrounded by scaffolding, whilst the roof is being replaced I was informed by the Scottish Landlord, who said his name was Scottie. Aren't they all indeed? Germans are Jerries; French are Frenchies? Funny it doesn't apply to the Welsh, their just peasants.
Must say it's a very busy,busy establishment, but very friendly and attentive bar staff; particularly the white haired, old chappie,with one tooth, by the name of John. Very impressed by the way he stood to attention and touched his forelock, addressing me quite rightly as Sir throughout my stay. He even offered to bow down and offer his crouched figure as a seat to sit on, when it was noted that all the bar stools and seating had been occupied by prols. Good to know such British Baldrich spirit still survives amongst the workers after these god forsaken years of new labour.
I enjoyed a good few hearty hours here, sitting in the back side room,named the closet, a place recommended to me by Ozzie; small and select away from the common herd next door. Ozzie at the end of the evening, finally turned up. Said he had ended up in nearby Smithfield market, talking to some roughty,toughty chaps about the meat trade in front of the Bishops finger. A pub I'm led to believe? I kid you not?
It has to be said that this place certainly does an excellent selection of beer and spirits and good old English fodder; toasted sandwiches,pickled eggs and scotch pies, bringing back happy memories of similar feasts at midnight in the dorm at school. Blish! Another good thing about this place, is the unlikely chance of being spotted by some open toed sandle wearing,bad breath,bearded,BO, Guardian journo walking in. Fatty, LittleJohn from the Daily Mad runt,who drinks here on and off, tells me they've all been shipped off from Farringdon road to the back end of darkest King's Cross;best place for them if you ask me. The Mitre gets my vote.

9 Jan 2010 21:54