The Sun God
Well-Known Member
Was in London town last weekend following a family thing on coast and packed a lot in. Stayed out East and it was optimal pub garden weather, something I do miss. Popped into a cool exhib at the docklands museum about the history of the mudlarks who scavenged the river for centuries (something I knew nothing about). I enjoyed our pub crawl into town loosely following the river and DLR. You know you've been gone a long time when a £7 pint makes you wince.
Saw all these floating, hermetically sealed jacuzzis in the docks, which I guess summed up the suspended reality of it all. Big money oozes everywhere. Also found ourselves at pilgrim pizza next to a load of Spanish guys who were off to craven cottage the next day to see someone's cousin who is in the Fulham team. There was an additional surreal quality to Coals Drop Yard in King's Cross, once a network of dirty rave dens off York Way and now markets and bars and djs playing nu-jazz to cackling women on the Pinot. The new reality. All that's left are the memories.
Of course, I somehow got the wrong airport on the way back, but thankfully (as per usual) my missus saved the day, and we hotfooted across town. Whitechapel to Acton in minutes. Something I cannot get my head around. The 1980s District Line crew will understand.
Back in southern climes, keeping busy, now writing stuff for TP + seeing a Spotlighter on Monday, meeting fam for first time too. We've certainly come a long way!
Saw all these floating, hermetically sealed jacuzzis in the docks, which I guess summed up the suspended reality of it all. Big money oozes everywhere. Also found ourselves at pilgrim pizza next to a load of Spanish guys who were off to craven cottage the next day to see someone's cousin who is in the Fulham team. There was an additional surreal quality to Coals Drop Yard in King's Cross, once a network of dirty rave dens off York Way and now markets and bars and djs playing nu-jazz to cackling women on the Pinot. The new reality. All that's left are the memories.
Of course, I somehow got the wrong airport on the way back, but thankfully (as per usual) my missus saved the day, and we hotfooted across town. Whitechapel to Acton in minutes. Something I cannot get my head around. The 1980s District Line crew will understand.
Back in southern climes, keeping busy, now writing stuff for TP + seeing a Spotlighter on Monday, meeting fam for first time too. We've certainly come a long way!
. Potential for 2026 ahead.
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