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Game of London

What if London is a game?

The boys are back and ready with their pints.

What are we to do with our eyes?

How South London conquered the world.

Our pick of football pubs in the glorious South.

‘Fuck art, let’s drink,’ said Half-life, wafting warm air up his dress.

Imagine a riverside location filled with characterful buildings, open green spaces and even a small farm. What could possibly go wrong?

Sitting up on deck you can enjoy fresh mineral vapours in your nostrils, the wind in your hair and fag ash in your lap.

Fuck the neutrals. Embrace the partisan.