A Class Act

At the close of the working week I hot-tubed it to meet The Duke for a few Friday evening beers. He was with a work mate 'The Gimp' who's nick name origins elude me. This was at the swoopily shaped Corney and Barrow wine bar, pub thing that stands on stilts overlooking the ice rink in the middle of the Broadgate complex by Liverpool Street Station. The Gimp left early and we observed the skaters for a while. Now The Duke was a few beers ahead of me and after we dissected his love live, or rather, his lack of current such diversion and then, further discussed his seemingly futile and long standing battle to capture the heart of his current affections, or at least her G string, he broke the conversation by stating "Lets do something tawdry". At least I think those were his words but if I have misquoted you get the drift.

We tramped off and had a few more beers in some cattle market bar that I didn't catch the name of, and then, when at the beginnings of blurriness headed to Old Streetish to Browns and then to Ye Old Axe, two pubs on the city and Old St end of the Hackney Road. I love their Web sites. Pure Class!

These are good value, old fashioned pubs with the added advantage that whilst you are supping your pint (or your G&T) lots of very friendly and remarkably underdressed girls wander about, and, from time to time twist themselves around poles, chairs and very occasionally punters before removing the last of their Victoria's Secret's. Good for them. I'm all for freedom of expression, especially as they seemed to be coining it.

The night was finished with a chilli laced Kebab of some note before I alighted the last tube home.

As nights out go, it was certainly fun. I blame The Duke.

Today I shall wear a hair shirt. Honest? I don't think so...

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