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There’s something about London…

…that I can’t quite put my finger on.

Leigh and I have just returned from a weekend in that there London. The reason for going down was to see the Henry VIII exhibition at the British Library. An excellent exhibition let down by some awful planning.

 After the rigours of the exhibition we repaired to the Princess Louise for a swift pint, very bloody swift too. A cracking Sam Smiths pub so the Old Brewery Bitter is only £1.90 a pint.

£1.90 a pint. Ding dong!

£1.90 a pint. Ding dong!

After checking in to our hotel we went to the Cork and Bottle for a pre theatre dinner washed down with a wonderful Boekal Reisling from Alsace. On to the Leicester Square Theatre to see Doug Stanhope, sadly Doug was very poorly, he did his show but was clearly unwell. Still plenty of laughs but he should have cancelled and gone back to bed.

After the show we headed to the Freemason’s on Long Acre – the FA drew up it’s original rules here – before going back to the Princess Louise.

After a not very good nights sleep I went for a wander this morning. Spent time chatting to a Lithuanian guy who spent last night at Brian Haw’s Peace Camp and signed the petition to get Brian into the Lords.

Fuck the state!

Fuck the state!

More bizarrely was the sight of a Harris hawk being flown in Trafalgar Square… not on the fourth plinth either. Weird.

Moving on to the South Bank there were some Dali sculptures on display.

Figure - go figure!

Figure - go figure!

Before our train home we breakfasted at Inn The Park, a wonderful restaurant. Well worth a few bob.

Barlow's wonderful train shed

Barlow's wonderful train shed

Back at St Pancras I realised what it is about London… it’s fucking shit!

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