COCK. FOSTERS. Yes that place that you see right at the opposite end of the Piccadilly line from where a cock is an MP. Home of Skewd Kitchen. A Turkish restaurant. Time to be a tough guy or time to be a fool? You may ask why I’d travel on …
Coming back from holiday is not always the happiest moment of life – leaving the sunshine, warmth, happy people, copious cheap beers, infinite amounts of bread – and returning to rain, tossers blocking roads, signal failures and meals that come with vegetables. Thankfully, the random number generator had selected Knife …
I’m writing to you from the year 2029 – I have suddenly realised that I forgot to write my roast dinner review of Mr Fogg’s Tavern from August bank holiday in 2019 – quiant and peaceful times when we only had 9 or so bank holidays a year – we …
Another Sunday with a hangover. Another Sunday with engineering works on my beloved Metropolitan line. Another Sunday where the random number generator had picked somewhere painful to get to – The Narrow in Limehouse. To be fair, most places in London are a pain to get to when you rely …
My relationship with the Metropolitan line has reached the Freedom Of Information request stage. So when my station on the Metropolitan line was closed for a second weekend in a row (to do works on the…Piccadilly line…yeah) I looked on my map for somewhere that I could get to without …
I had a complaint this week from a member of the LGBT community. I was thanked on my inter-racial lesbians from the previous review, but requested that I featured two men next time. Do you really think the internet is ready for two men in lingerie? It being Sunday, I …
Hey baby, let me unbutton your dress, gently brush your hair back as I slide my hand up your thigh. Oh yeah, I am going to prorogue you all night long. Which for the purposes of my suitably autocratic SEO plugin means ” review of the roast dinner at Clutch …
After last week’s macabre roast at the Hand In Hand in Wimbledon, I was most unamused when the random number generator picked somewhere else in Wimbledon for my roast dinner this week. Instead, I woke up on Saturday morning to find out to my surprise that I’d booked The Holly …
After a hectic two days of full-on London tourism, 30,000 steps walked, some good and not so good food eaten, and plenty of beer and wine consumed, what I really needed was a 1.5 hour trek across London, accompanied with a hangover, to The Hand In Hand in Wimbledon. Who’s …
My pussy is so hairy. I hope you don’t find it scary…oh shit that was meant for Tinder. Erm. This Sunday I went for a roast dinner at The Star in Belgravia. I was solo dining again for I am way too ugly for people to want to associate with …
