Lengthy Absence Having forgotten all my old passwords for Blogger. I have only been to two pubs this year – 1) The Head, 2) All Bar One. This must not stand. How about going to 37 out of the 38 All Bar Ones in London, and then you could say: &[…]

Last Orders: As I said below in the cursory review of the hideous Coronet, I like movies and I like pubs. Therefore I’m going to like a movie about pub culture, right? Even if it is named after that most loathesome of phrases uttered from behin[…]

The Moon Under Water – Look ma, they’re talkin’ ’bout us. The ILE Massive get back on the subject of pubs. See how this one unravels, though already there has been a big up mention of The Ring which Tim has been promising to w[…]

Pub Ettiquette: Christ knows I’m the last person to talk to about how to behave in pubs, but there really ought to be a guide on how to avoid people in pubs. London should be big enough so that various parties do not collide if they do not wish[…]

THE ALEXANDRA -Clapham Common South Side
Word has it that Clapham isn’t known for its great pubs, and I am certainly not experienced enough to argue. I am a North London Boy and try not to venture this far south is possible. Nevertheless an aft[…]

The lamentable cost of drinking in London. In which Edward Sullivan (possibly the finest journalist working for the Evening Standard and the only pub & bar correspondant who seems to enjoy drinking) gives us a brief summary of what we already kn[…]

There’s a ghost in this (public) house. Those who know him would agree that Tim Hopkins is a pub goer without equal. Despite an enforced absence from the cut and thrust of the pub scene of late he is a man you would never expect to commit a pu[…]

Pub Etiquette: Playing Catch-Up. This practise – ordering multiple or very strong drinks in an attempt to catch up to your co-drinkers in inebriation terms – is bad form. It makes you look vulgar at best, a medical case at worst. That sai[…]

A good range of Grman & Blgian beers I said below – and I’m not repeating it here merely for the deliberate and funky spelling. Things like this make me like a pub, despite the fact that I rarely actually drink them. I suppose it is […]

If there is one thing worse than the closing and makeover of a once beloved boozer, it is the slow lingering death of a pub – which still looks like the pub you used to love, but has gone bad. This happened to the Rising Sun on Tottenham Court[…]