A desert of pubs – that’s what the Finchley Road north of the wee bit too quaint Ye Olde Swiss Cottage is. Its all Supasnaps and empty restaurants. Where a major thoroughfare like this needs its pubs, it has hoardings over old cafes which probably closed because no-one ate in them. This is obviously the reason why the Princess Diana hearse and flower cavalcade wended its weary way out of London via the A41. Post film beers were eventually taken in hideous Bar Circa, too loud music and they played Can I Kick It four times during our two pints. We were finally forced to leave when a gaggle of fresh faced (and hence underage) Eurokids started rearranging all the furniture and spilling their beer. Going teetotal was better than sharing the – admittedly horrible – space with them.