LOVE, LOVE, LOVE and money money money. That’s all you need on Carnaby Street in Soho.
But meanwhile, on the north east corner of Soho, quite a few old watering places, including the Bath House, appear to be scheduled for the knacker’s yard because they’re going ahead building Crossrail.
A real shame.
Here’s Carnaby Street and its Christmas decks. ♦
DAVID EVANS has a mobile phone which is so old and knackered that the LCD screen is long gone. To phone his mates – such as Tone “the Phone” Dennis and Mad Mike Mageek, he pulls out a large piece of paper with our numbers written on it.
This phone has long been the subject of baleful comments by Tone and myself, comments that have been consistently ignored.
So we were truly truly shocked yesterday when Dave announced that his faithful old Samsung retainer was going into retirement forever, and that when we returned from Ole Bengaluru we’d find he had a new one.
At the wake for the phone, held at the Shakespeare’s Head hostelry at a crossroads on Carnaby Street, Dave duly proceeded to quaff four pints of Kronenburg in rapid succession, as he wept for what really must be the end of an era. ♥
Dūrgā Devī
