Pubs, pies, crisps kebabs and musical theatre...?
It may be ugly, says Zoe Ellsmore, but when it’s gone, it's gone.
Our pick of football pubs in the glorious South.
Gin, cricket, art and war. And pubs, lots of pubs.
You’ve got a rare chance to escape in the dark, or even take a nap. Plus you get a rest from chat while someone else does all the work.
People are forced to exist in underground tunnels or high-rise monoliths, while at ground level cars roam free.
Cycle to pubs like country folk, but without running into your cousins, who may be your sisters.
Why roundabouts? Well, there's a busy intersection, with cars rushing past in up to five different directions. Meanwhile, you’re in a pub. You have just confirmed your own genius.
The Elephant & Castle is a regular interchange for many on the way back south. Perhaps you're emerging from the tube or switching buses after an evening at the fucking theatre.
Fuck the neutrals. Embrace the partisan.