09 February, 2008

 

London Life

The day being clement, I betook myself and my bottle of finest Polish lager to the outside seating area of the Ledger Building pub in Canary Wharf. An elderly chap dressed in distinctly rural working attire approached the building, carrying a curved-handled walking stick that might well have served as a crook, and accompanied by two clearly well-trained border collies. He entered the pub as they obediently remained outside. With difficulty did I manfully suppress the temptation to call out, "Your flock's not in there mate, they've been baa'ed" or something similarly inane.

Welcome to the less depressing parts of Tower Hamlets.

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