It may be way down south, miles from anywhere but the Balham Bowling Club is the best pub ever. It’s pouring with rain and I had to cut an epic breakfast at Little Georgia with Morgs short as the night before I had the stupid idea that Sunday lunch at the B.B.C was a good [...]

If it wasn’t for the type of people who come here, the suit-wearing, boring and loud, let’s-get-a-drink-after-work type, The Jerusalem would be perfect. You’ll come across a lot of people who work in Clerkenwell, which has an abundance of media offices and architecture offices, that kind of thing and people dressed on the wrong side [...]

You just don’t get places like this outside of London. Located off a gated and guarded cul de sac you would never find this pub unless you knew it was here (and even then you have to search for it). Tucked away up a narrow alley, Ye Old Mitre is the tiny little pub next [...]

I have to mention that the Blackfriar is undoubtedly the most beautiful and unusual pub I have ever been to, it is literally a work of art. The exterior, although pleasing, does not prepare you for the extraordinary interior. It is like that of a scaled down version of a cathedral. Every inch is decorated [...]

Situated on the corner of Fournier Street (one of my favourite streets in London, due to its proper Victorian charm) and next to Shoreditch Church, the Ten Bells is where Jack the Ripper would meet the prostitutes who would later become his victims. It’s this kind of trivia that prompts most guide books to advise [...]

The best thing about a bad date is it gives me something to write about and a new person to slag off. On this occasion we had arranged to meet at the Groucho club in Soho at 9pm. However my moronic date for the evening text me just before to say let’s meet at the [...]