i spent the weekend in the far east and in the deep south: we danced at the palm tree in mile end to live old show tunes voiced by old east-enders, wandered to the counter cafe in hackney wick, shouted and laughed at the prince albert on coldharbour lane, later stumbling, singing, beigels on brick lane…we harumphed around arnold circus and had pints at the royal oak, stuffed ourselves with lamb pide in bethnal green and slept some deep sleeps. this is why autumn in england is unsurpassed, the cold chill in the evening air making the warmth of pubs and interior spaces so welcoming.
