If you can make an order could you get me one?
Two sugars would be great, cos I’m fading fast, and it’s nearly dawn.
Bar Italia, Soho. December 2012.
Golden Square, Soho. Site of my favourite Finnish cafe. London, December 2012.
You can’t go home and go to bed because it hasn’t worn off yet
And now it’s morning there’s only one place we can go.
It’s around the corner in Soho where other broken people go.
Let’s go.
Ayr lassies rock! I spotted this unlikely bit of graffiti in Soho. It can’t be that recent as there were no Buckfast bottles nearby.
Bar San Valentino, Soho. I planned to go to the Lorelei but it was shut and I found this place round the corner. A plainer place, but with a proper old school Soho atmosphere and a lot of character(s): trenchcoated lapdancers, housecoated grannies, American tourists, toffs fresh from Milroys with bagfuls of vintage malts, clip joint hard men, Old Compton Street trade…