Some might describe me anthropologically as a nomadic hunter gatherer. Far be it for me to dispute the appellation. Last night my gathering took place in West London. An area that I should have been more familiar with since I had attended Ealing Technical College back in the 1970s.
The college is now part of University of West London and has a modern stylish reception on Ealing Green. I spent more time across the road in the Castle pub than was good for me, although my transformation from annoying ex public school twit to John citizen may have started in that bar over the odd pint.
I had arrived early in Ealing Broadway and struggled to find the Grove with little help from people in a rush. WH Smith had maps that led the way to a very spacious bar where hot whiskey was imbibed for medicinal purposes. I returned at the appointed time for a decent meal with good friends. There was something weird about my fish stew starter, some kind of bread maybe, but the steak was perfect. Kevin’s steak and kidney pudding needed a spoon so he could get at the delicious juices.
Being nomadic, I moved on to the Castle for some Burns night entertainment. My hard working friends headed back to Maidenhead. The drag singer wasn’t singing and I eschewed excessive ale quaffing for a 65 bus to Kingston.
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