Glad to see the issue of what to do in the pub on your own raised here. In my younger, more bashful days I would refuse to enter a pub and wait for my friends on my own but now I am usually so desperate for a drink that there’s no holding me. A[…]

Is this a challenge? I throw it open to my publog companions.[…]

An observation It can be exasperatingly difficult to fasten a button-fly when drunk. Acutely embarrassing fumblings next to the pissior may occur. It’s much safer to ensure that, when off for an evening of alchofun, one is wearing trousers t[…]

Now, I like Fancy A Pint. I find it useful, and it has directed me to a few really decent boozers (like the Eagle on Marylebone Lane, although their recent redecoration leaves plenty to be desired). If I’m meeting someone in a pub featured on t[…]

More on the Artillery Arms on Bunhill Row. One of the great pleasures of drinking there is that the graveyard you walk through to get there is a Wesleyan graveyard (there’s a statue of John Wesley near there and he had his headquarters there or[…]

The best jukebox in Soho? So the Golden Lion bigs itself up – and this may well be true. Its certainly odd, having two machines feeding to what one must assume be one Jukebox Hive Mind controlling the pubs tunes. How this works if tracks are be[…]

More East London bars The Vibe Bar is a mess. The grotty interior is well suited to its shabby student regulars. It’s got internet access on crappy terminals (worse luck – see below) and a bloody Wall of Sound-sponsored DJ. Is it not[…]

The Pumpkin Publog Urban Regeneration Campaign
The Greenwich Peninsula can collectively suck my dick – what concerns me as we shuffle into the second year of the new Millennium (yes, I said second, you pedantic arsebags) is the large stretches […]

Ordinary Decent Boozer -(ODB) because EC2 does that too
A little pause from the ramblings of last Thursday, for a brief perusal of the more down-to-earth and honest offerings of EC2.
Since I work (for the next 6 working days) at a company that has o[…]

Sosho. No thank you. I’ll stick to Tottenham Court Road, where the pubs are grotty and you get served an honest – if overpriced – pint. Take lunchtime Monday. Myself and silent member of this publog Ant had a thoroughly mediocre lun[…]