Some may wonder what the big deal is, when a pub is saved. Isn’t it just a room...
Three fine South London pubs have been saved from the evil paws of developers.
'Is it a village, though?’ asked Half-life, accusingly, when I suggested meeting in Charlton Village.
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.
I had to overcome my morbid fear of meetings. After all, a pub was in danger.
Guy Debord described a dérive as: 'A technique of rapid passage through varied ambiances.' Cynics would call it a pub crawl. As would Madame Debord.