The Archway Tavern

The Archway Tavern sits at the top of the Holloway Road. It's a pub on what's become a roundabout on one of the busiest roads in North London. It used to be joined to the Holloway Road and now it's on it's own with a methodist church a cab rank and a gym. It's madness to do such a thing but do it they have and it's been there a very long time.

Junction Road - Who is this woman?

The only smile your likely to find in Archway. I can only look at this mural and wonder. Why?

Cold Turkey is noisy in Holloway

Maybe I've always been numb to it, maybe I have. Two weeks of weekday cold turkey and I'm pretty much a fully blown insomniac. London is noisy, all day and all night.

People hear better in the dark.

Free rags for the serfs

London media is fantastically egotistical. It celebrates the wealth of debt and poverty like fashion, it regards anything and anyone outside of the M25 with absolute derision. It celebrates every culture except it's awkward own, and gives good grace to every stray who enters the M25 walls.

Pizza Pleeze Tufnell Park

Modern London happens to be a massively overpriced shithole with a loony, power crazed deluded mayor, an underclass composed of feral packs of uneducated wankers roaming the streets with guns and knives shitting children they can ill afford, stinking dirty streets littered with factory bred chicken bones, local authorities run by a bunch of sleazy PC crooks, hell bent on accommodating every bleeding heart who tramps their way.



Still, at least you can get a pizza after midnight in the company of a piss ridden hobo.

Boston Arms and an old school Egging

A quiet pint on a Saturday afternoon, last rays of Autumn sun. Sounds nice. But we're sat on a picnic table chained to a wall on a 5 way junction where buses, wagons and irritating charvas whiz past on their mechanical wasps with manky grey jogging pants flapping furiously. The junction's busy, really busy.

Then, I feel something fly past my ear and crack then splat against the ceramic tiles of the pub.

Easter Dregs on the Holloway Road

It's a beautiful day. Good Friday in Holloway. Thinking about Sunday lunch. Reflections on the resurrection.

Bollocks to that, I'm taking 'Tel for a walk.

"'Tel - get yer string on we're orf up the 'olloway."

Spacious Studio To Let in N19

We are delighted to offer this truly stunning one bedroom conversion apartment in the heart of Archway. The property is in a semi-detached ex BT phone box and comprises one double bedroom, fully fitted kitchen, open plan reception, shower room and a private balcony.

My Vibrating Flat in Tufnell Park

My flat has started vibrating.

My TV jigs from side to side, my wardrobe rocks, the windows rattle, and the bed shakes. I'm vibrating because of trains, big long heavy trains carrying cement hauled by imported American loco's. Apparently said vibrations from trains are very unlikely to cause structural damage to houses & buildings near the railway.

Dirty flowers for dead people

Something really wrenching about dirty flowers. The petal colours are fading like memories as they take on the filth and grime of the choking traffic and slowly blend into their final surroundings.

She used to drink in the Boston, a touch of colour in an otherwise grey pub. Hit by a 25 tonne truck after her G&T, zimmer frame no protection. No chance.

Here's a glass to you Sheila. Cheers