Tap rooms are like busses, you wait ages for one to come along and suddenly there’s loads of them. Not that I’m complaining, I love

This is my Walthamstow. Tales, rants and meanderings of a proud resident of E17
Tap rooms are like busses, you wait ages for one to come along and suddenly there’s loads of them. Not that I’m complaining, I love
When the Dog & Duck on Chingford Road closed, rumours began to spread that it was going to become yet another Tesco. I don’t know
I love the smell of new carpet. It is, in my opinion, one of the finest smells around. When we had our carpet replaced on
There I was, sitting in a dimly lit bar on Wood Street, discussing giant prawns and post-coital habits with two slightly tipsy, very giggly, ladies