How excited I used to feel in The Goose in the old days

August 26, 2016 § 1 Comment

How excited I used to feel in The Goose in the old days before the long breathless hyperventilating walk to —- to see —-. That is why it still means something to be there now. Apart from strip pubs my favourite drinking places are the pubs I go to ON THE WAY to the strip pub—The Goose in Walthamstow, the Nellie Dean in Soho, the Chandos in St Martin’s Lane, the Calcutta under the Charing Cross Hotel, The Tottenham in Oxford Street, the Plaza bar in Berlin, Dorint bar in Vienna, Intercity Hotel bar in Munich, the Ibis bar in Brussels. To drink each pint and feel my anticipation rising with every sip till I can take no more and feel I am going absolutely crazy with lust. I am such a lush. Lush. Maybe that is my title. A lush verdant life with ferns and fauna all around me, a beautiful voluptuous redhead wife in the bed, nights in the fleshpots of Europe. Drunkenly taking myself from classical music recital to Tallulah to Esmeralda. I need to rediscover this lush life. From my bedchamber in the Justice Palace.
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