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A brief reason for being

Whingeing from a recumbent position, and going to the pub. Two of life's great activities.

This blog is an amalgamation of them both, as I argue the case for and against various pubs around Britain. Whoopty-do.

Category Archives: London pubs

A selection of London drinkeries

NFT Bar, South Bank

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The houmous flatbread of central London bars… In fact, the whole place isn’t very London at all… Continue reading

The Eagle, City Road, London

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Drinking heavily has been a skill of the traditional Londoner for many, many centuries. The skimpiest glance through metropolitan history would leave you reeling, with talk of quarts of gin … Continue reading

Ye Olde Mitre, Clerkenwell

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With a name that acts as a tourist flytrap, this legendary little alleyway drinker could be an exercise in kitsch crowd-pleasing. However, it hangs onto its title as Obyto’s favourite … Continue reading

The Olde White Bear, Hampstead

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UPDATE: I’ve heard that this place has closed down. Bah! The leaf-strewn lanes of NW6 may once have held a similar hold on the artistic imagination as the windy wynds … Continue reading

The Cat’s Back, Wandsworth

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There are paintings of Audrey Hepburn and Elvis; photos of flapper girls; voodoo dolls; gilt-edged thrones… Continue reading

The Crown Tavern, Clerkenwell Green

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A pub of good repute, fine outdoor furniture and upstairs function fantasia. Continue reading

The Kings Oak, Epping Forest

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Epping Forest contains more than enough for a day’s exit from your usual weekend pursuits. Continue reading

The Hitchcock Hotel, Leytonstone

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In a commanding Victorian building with great views across the boating lakes and scrubland of this lower section of the Epping Forest, the Hitchcock Inn has impeccable celeb pedigree, what … Continue reading

Soho Trawls

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A heartfelt plea to the Gods of Drink for some inspiration in Soho, somewhere that feels right and treats us nice and doesn’t take our wallets, slap us around the face a bit with them and then bugger off. Continue reading

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