Our pick of football pubs in the glorious South.
Half-life showed up, not only without his bike, but dressed as a Bedouin.
Adnams Mosaic Pale Ale. What a start to a day’s exercise.
I was saved by psychogeography – and some serious medication
Lovely, wonderful, lovely chips. And five caffs that do them proper.
I have experienced things which I cannot explain.
Half-life kindly agreed to show me his Waterloo at my expense.
‘Fuck art, let’s drink,’ said Half-life, wafting warm air up his dress.