How did we get here, we denizens of the bejewelled boroughs?
The plan was to visit every riverside pub between Charlton and Wandsworth, on mobility scooters.
Some may wonder what the big deal is, when a pub is saved. Isn’t it just a room with booze?…
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.