Before I say anything about the London Marathon, let just take a second to say that the Angerstein Hotel can go fuck itself.  Thanks, that’s a load off my mind. The booklet the London Marathon authorities sent included a map of the route with a little pint glass marker at every pub along the way (which [...]

The Marathon was done, we had eaten a nice dinner at Bizarro Italian (more here and at the end of the month for the wine review), and the Angerstein Hotel could still go fuck itself.  A little walk around the modern architectural nightmare that lies adjacent to the canal next to Paddington Station and we [...]

I was able to get a beer, eventually, in the Porter’s Lodge, unlike having to supply my own in front of the Angerstein Hotel (did I mention before that they can go fuck themselves?).  Rob at the Porter’s originally offered a free beer after I asked if I could buy one and have it brought [...]

Like the Angerstein Hotel (which can go fuck itself), I asked the fantastic Lord Nelson if I could buy a beer and have it brought to the fence during the London Marathon and like the Angerstein Hotel (which can go fuck itself), the marvelous Lord Nelson offered to comp me that beer. Unlike the Angerstein [...]

Approaching the Farrier’s Arms, I almost forgot about how much the Angerstein Hotel can go fuck itself.  I received even more of the appropriate psychologically palliative care within this wonderful, if small, boozer. Once more, I threaded my way through the crowds and approached the bar.  The older of the two women told me where [...]

The Angerstein Hotel can go fuck itself (as I have said here, and here…oh, yes, and here as well…and here, and here). I didn’t ask for a free pint, I asked if I could buy one but due to the fence could someone bring one out.  Not only did they offer to do so, they [...]

Before I say anything about the wonderful Rose of Denmark, allow me to point out that the Angerstein Hotel can go fuck itself. Left high-and-dry by the proprietors of the aforementioned shithole, I veered off the London Marathon course when I spotted the delightful façade of the Rose.  Excusing myself through the crowds of well [...]

We had dinner at a fantastic Italian place (notes on La Dolce Vita in the wine review at the end of the month) and I fancied a bit of whiskey for a night-cap (thinking: “must go to Marathon start hungover…”).  Just off the roundabout we spotted the Flowers of the Forest and wandered into the [...]

After our disappointment at the kitchen closure at the Elephant and Castle we opted for lunch at a chinese place (I’ll cover the Dragon Castle in the wine review at the end of the month), then went down to Brixton to have a ramble around.  Truly we should have gone down there to start because [...]

The Bridge Hotel was full of marathoners largely due to it being inexpensive and near the transport links.  It was also surprisingly clean, quiet for an in town residence, friendly and professional.  Our room was small but more than adequate and came with a bowl of fruit.  For location, it is a few hundred meters [...]