Friday, April 3, 2009

Talking of Whit by the Landless Landlord
Talking of whit, The King's Arms of Chiltern Street, E2, has it to a charming degree. Fact it would win no prizes for execution only adds to the quality - this is a local, and you can bet it pleases the locals. You don't like it, there are plenty of anonymous pubs with anonymous signs on anonymous high streets with perfectly painted heraldic devices looking dourly down on unnoticed.
Don't know what it's like inside. Can't enter the places anymore. Mustn't. If it was her that started it, way ahead of me in capacity to begin, she was, the wife that wasn't, I was soon catching her up at the finishing post - the place, wherever it is, they go that she went. 

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