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| The Royal Hotel. Not too hard to spot |
We thought we'd leave the glorious hustle and bustle of Soho and London and celebrate Mickey's 40th Birthday with a trip to the coast. Mickey works on the National Theatre's production of Warhorse at the New London Theatre in Drury Lane, so he's always in town. Annie (who finished The MouseTrap last year, but lives in Sussex) used her legendary planning powers and arranged for the gang to spend the night in Deal in Kent. Where? Yep, Deal. And it's a little gem. Charles Hawtrey of 'Carry On' film fame lived there, and apart from Marc getting the usual "It's you off Eastenders isn't it!" treatment from a couple of youffs in the train station, it was a very pleasant, if somewhat wet and windy little town.
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| Danny hard at Managing Things. |
We stopped at the Royal Hotel on Beach Street, which is, yes, by the beach. It's run by Shepherd Neame,a good old English Brewery, and Danny, the manager, was a delight.
The town pier isn't the prettiest we've seen, but it used to be a working pier, so that's okay, and there is a coffee shop at then end. We spent most of the afternoon in a cosy little pub on the front and me and a few hardy souls stopped in the boozer to watch the England Rugby team being vaguely embarrassed - I think the word is routed - by Wales in the final game of the 6 Nations. Then to the hotel for dinner, a late night, and Sunday lunch in a pub called The Bohemian. Well, we had to go there
really, didn't we. We were rewarded by various delights including a regular who had a pet pig called Rodney. Rodney Trotter, obviously. Oh, we did laugh! |
| Rodney. Rodney Trotter, obviously |
We ended on on Sunday afternoon in Islington, via Kings Cross at a rather groovy little pub called A Hundred Crows Rising, which has a great little room upstairs and must have one of the weirdest names I've come across in a long time. Have you got any weird pub names?
Monday we slept. A lot. Happy Birthday Mikey.
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