On Friday night I decided to take in a Jack The Ripper tour of Spitalfields and Whitechapel. Our group received an 'East End welcome' in the form of a pan of cold water from a native near Brick Lane. I survived unscathed, and so could find the episode quite funny.
The Old Grapes. Just off Deansgate, near the Opera House. Last time I was in there, the walls were totally festooned with photo's of famous friends and acquaintances of Vera Duckworth. I thought the place was bobbins, to be honest.
Spot on. I've been to Brixton a few times. Each time, I've had cracking night out.
Well, being from Salford, I suppose everwhere else is sound.
Seriously, I like Brixton.
Very late one Saturday night in August, I drunkenly cut through Tompkins Square Park in New York. As I passed a dodgy character sprawled on a bench, he began to sing Shoplifters of the World. Shocked, I joined in for a few seconds before continuing on my way.
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