Usually start somewhere and walk a few miles. Think that one started in Kilburn and ended there.
Willesden gave us our most bizarre experience. Huge, and I mean huge, empty old social club called The Steps. Basically just served Fosters and the bar was falling down. One old man in there.
Played a game of pool against the totally pissed landlady who told us about her double masectomy and would take her silicon fake boobs out of her top and throw them on the table to distract us midshot.
Also warned us NOT to go in the backroom. My mate obviously did and pretended he was looking for a loo. Saw a bunch of blokes sat in there looking at an Overhead Projector. Always wondered what they were up to…
That’s the interesting thing about the pub crawls. Never know what or who you’ll find. Spent a night doing karaoke with a drag queen once in Walthamstow and got given some 65% rum and a lock in at a Jamaican bar down in New Cross 7 years back. Always fun…
