Bleary eyed in Brixton
Friday night was party night down Brixton way as we first hit a packed Albert for some heavy-duty quaffing before moving on to the Canterbury Arms to see my friend’s band play. Only trouble was, the night had been double booked with an Irish wake, so the two sets of people ended up merging together in a friendly, go-for-it alcofest with much dancing, drunken ramblings and, later on, falling over. Respect!
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