#81 The Book Club
Four words: Youth Club, more like! Yeah, we’re getting old. This Old Street bar seems to have got its popularity just by being big and easy to get to, rather than from being specifically shiny and wonderful. We fogeyed out here, sneering at all the tiny just-born people in their unusual shirts. I should probably complain that it doesn’t sell real ale or something, except that it probably does, and we don’t care enough to check. Indifferently-executed faux-naive murals on the walls complete the remedial vibe. Meeergh!