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Used to go there as a student all the way from St Andrews, though mostly for gigs. Didnāt know it had shut.
Niceā¦ It got a bit to popular after other places had stopped with the hard core dance scene, the police were doing their hardest to get it shut down and had asked the owners to stop the nights, unfortunately the bouncers and Co were earning too much inside, then the inevitable happened and a young girl lost her life and it closed weeks after the tragic event.
We went there during the 90ās up until the years 2000āsā¦
The Bass Clef in then very unfashionable and dodgy Old St aka Hoxton,where Iād sometimes fetch up during the latter half of the 80sā - a small and sweaty little jazz club with a great party atmosphere, few posers and a great place to continue a night.
Around the same time (egh thereās a theme developing) if Iād been out in the West End Iād often end up here:
Itās the only pic I can find and judging from clothes and hair styles was taken a good 20 years before I frequented it, but was at Piccadilly Circus and ran under the road. I remember it used to attract a lot of tourists which was fun at the end of the night.
A common meeting place after work in the 80s/90s, from where weād usually head West into Soho, this 400 year old beauty of a pub. I later took the girl who would later become the missus there on our first date.
Really far too many other great pubs from my past to post here - would need their own thread.
I worked in Soho in the 80ās and 90ās, and did a lot of drinking
A couple of old favourites
The Duke
Coffee House
And the Pillars of Hercules
Pillars of Hercules was one of the first meeting up points every Friday night back in 83/4 when some mates were students at St Martins in Charing Cross Rd, along with the old Private Eye pub the Coach and Horses which was always empty around 6pm apart from a couple of regular characters and Norman the rude landlord lol.
I used to really like the Dog and Duck
but itās a quiet localās pub and there wasnāt enough action for the others lol.
Iāve admittedly not spent a lot of time in London, been a few times and honestly couldnāt remember the pubs I was in, couldnāt get in the clubs because of the accent and me because I canāt keep my mouth shut lolā¦ Seems being friendly in London is seen as overstepping or something
Anyways we get a black hack from the Airport and goto Islington and let him take the motorway and stuff then pay him for the shortest route, pull out my badge and sayā¦ Not this week pal.
Yeah the clubbing thing didnāt bother us as we didnāt let in outsiders either up hereā¦ Its for there own safety mostlyā¦ Nowadays itās different.
Yeah Iāll buy a daily mail subscription tomorrow
So whatās the deal with this St. Georgeās Day and why are the Nazis fond of it? Looks like itās Robert E. Lee Day for the UK.
Yeah that pretty much nails it. Except of course St George is mostly based on a myth of slaying a dragon, which hasnāt stopped the English equivalent of Trumpkins from using the day as an excuse to shout abuse at black and brown people.
Damn bet365 ladyās salary may drop to 150m quid.
This is worth sharing. Really nails the unsuitability of Johnson and his gang of simpletons for actual grown up government work, and explains the link between Brexit and COVID ignorance.
Thanks for that - a good read.
I particularly liked this bit
There is a small but very influential group of politicians and commentators who approach a nexus of issues in the same way be it Brexit, coronavirus, climate change, immigration, sexual harassment or any number of other things. Itās always the same people, and always the same blokey, angry, resentful, constantly triggered but canāt-you-take-a-joke-snowflake, sneeringly superior yet self-pitying victimhood schtick.
and following the lockdown sceptics blog link there is Toby fucking Young one of the biggest pricks amongst them - what an arsewipe.