If you are not from London then you simply must not return to your land without experiencing the London Pub life. If you are from London then I’m sure you have quite a bit to say about it. Myself, I see it through the eyes of a pub girl. I’m no major fan of the drink, don’t get me wrong, I‘ve just developed a strong sense of appreciation for the dimly lit settings, comfy couches, young & working friendly crowds, lively atmosphere, tables populated with glasses and bottles half empty, the thick scent of alcohol, nicotine and Eau de toilette combined to form what I refer to as the ‘Pub Mist’. To be frank, if it wasn’t for my good old English lass with whom I have shared many great pub chats over a cocktail drink and she a can of Stella, I probably would have a less flowery opinion of the pub.
If you know St Johns Wood reasonably well then you will know the little local pub at the corner not too far from Tesco, with the Moroccan touch (you can tell I’m not good with street names), the name I forget. Not too big, not too small, service not too excellent but good enough for an easy late afternoon; this pub I found was quite a spot for a great catch-up session with my girl friend. Comfortably seated and lost in girl talk we somehow managed to blow our chunky table candle that was now starting to take the form of a great piece of architecture, dripping with wax. Well it wasn’t long after I was momentarily left alone at our seat when out of nowhere one of the attendants hastily made her way to the table leaving with the candle. Oh she did return the candle, but only in its modest form, no longer a work of art but a simple, unattractive, unlit stump. Whether there was anything implied by her actions I wouldn’t know and couldn’t care, I was enjoying myself in the company of a good friend.
